Everyone's a Liar.

I'm not a writer
but every scrap I have is filled
with sloppy pencil marks
and scratches of ink.
That don't mean a thing
to anyone but me.

I'm not a country girl,
but here I am
reflecting on a fishing dock
about things that mean
too much to live for.

I'm not a material girl
but I have stuff I "need"
and wear a Princess cut diamond
on my wedding finger.

I'm not a smoker,
but my eyes are stinging
and I'm not chain smoking.
It's my first pack.

I swear to you
I'm not even alive.
The blood splashing
and lungs gasping
would tell you otherwise.
Everyone's a liar.