{ OT WritingAJOURNAL WITH WDC project 4}

The Lie

It seamed like just a little lie
That I was going to die
I don't know why the story I told
Maybe it was because I was growing old
I enjoyed the attention and the sympathy
And this went on day by day
As time went on
Still I'm not gone
Pretence I had to carry the show
This pretence I wondered how long it could go
To my surprise
A new drug has arrived
Miracle cure I'm alive.