I write a lot of poems/lyrics myself, have a weird sort of prespective on things i am told by many people, but, oh well. here is one of my poems, its called Lies. Running through me These lies of happy Lies laughing softly Why cant I see, That the joke is on me? How can this be? So much agony If life were a tree I would fall victim to gravity Hear the twisted melody Of the lost morality Yet another casualty Of the worlds cruelty Taken away all of the glee I can no longer flee Wouldn't you agree? We never where free.