By Bernadette A. Sahm

You can’t speak the truth

Because they chop your head off

Keep lying stop trying

Stand for something fall for anything

They gather together

Spy on you

Keep the lie going

Keep the lies growing

That’s what they do

They are a buzzsaw

All against you

You leave and walk away

Over it and over them

Sad but true

They knew and so did you

It’s a circular cut

The blade so abrasive

She called it “love”

I had to laugh

This from the person who knew the truth

But chooses to live a lie

She called the table “purple”

Everyone could see it was white

They looked at her

They looked at eachother

Then agreed it was “purple”

You stood there loudly proclaimed

“It’s white and you are all liars”

Birds of a feather

They do flock together

Love no, not at all

Mentally not well

I will take the white table

And the truth please

No thanks on the buzzsaw

I couldn’t care less

I’m happy now living truth and love

You are sadly purple and as stuck as ever

You can’t cut me anymore

1000 cuts I survived

Stronger, smarter and healthier

Not playing your same old tired games

I look back and shake my head

And I laugh and I laugh

I thank God that I’m good

Loved beyond measure

Peaceful tranquil and content

Over it and over you

I had to leave

I couldn’t take all the lies

I tried but I knew it was wrong

And we all knew it too

Keep your buzzsaw

I am planting a garden and

Collecting sand in my shoes …

Bernadette on Facebook at http://www.Facebook.com/bernadetteamoyer

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