Compulsive Lair:

If you asked me

What was wrong

I would probably lie

If you said

I looked sad

You'd be right

But I'd still lie

If you told me

You were worried

For my health

I'd shrug a shoulder

And brush it off

If you said

You loved me

I'd say dido

If you made a joke

I'd force a laugh

On impulse

However, I question

Would you still bother,

To talk if you knew

The real me

Judge first by the

Artwork of the cover

Read the book later

Let it collect dust

Set it on your highest shelf

Tell yourself

People are fine by themselves

So I'll lie

Because my cover

Isn’t so bright

And I don’t particularly

Like dust