Poetry

I can tell you where I've been,how I've been,
But you don't really care as long as the day goes on.
I can tell you that I'm keeping a secret,or that I love you,
But you already know that.
So when you wonder what I'm hiding,
I'll say," nothing".
I lack honesty, yet have it more than anyone else,
And just because you don't beleive me,
You still don't have to worry.
I can tell you where I'm going, or who are my friends,
But in all honesty, you follow me there,and watch.
I can tell you anything you want,
It wouldn't change a thing.
What I'm not telling you is that you're the best thing that ever happened to me.
You were my secret, hidden in my mind,
Only an opticle illusion.
What I'm not telling you,
Is that I've moved on,
You're nothing but a lost memory.