The Lie I Tell Myself. Poem by MIRAK Montiel

The Lie I Tell Myself
I lay around my empty bed
in this cold, unwelcoming room.
Disturbing thoughts echo in my mind,
each second a question mark—
is my sanity still mine?

There's no door, no light, no way out—
I know.
Still, I hope.
Hope that someday I'll stumble
into a better place—
a gentler world,
a softer life.

But until then,
I'll keep whispering lies to myself,
telling the mirror I'm okay,
pretending it all makes sense—
this world,
this ache,
this thing I call life.