Compulsive

Compulsive
(April 2011)
You spin lies like a web
Little strands of lie
Connected by pieces of the truth
But eventually you forget
Which strands are connected to lies
And which are connected to the truth
You pick your way through the lies
Trying to find your way out
You know what you're doing is wrong
But in your confused twisted mind
You don't understand the lies you're spinning
And you are surprised when you get caught
By the stickyness of your lies
The web pulls you in and holds you
You can't find your way out of this maze
Of truths, half-truths, and complete lies
Now the only way to get out of these lies
Is to tear down the whole web
To admit what you've done - but you can't
You don't know what you are doing anymore
You are out of control
The only way out is to bear the truth
Admitting who you've become
Is not who you want to be