In Between The Lines

This isn’t a poem it’s a riddle,
Or maybe something in the middle,
Read what’s in between these lines,
Look around what can you find,
A deeper meaning to my words,
One that really can’t be heard,
Beneath the sea of black and white,
Kept away from all your sight,
I keep the message locked away,
So it can’t come out and say,
The things I hide from all the world,
The stories that I twist and curl,
Right now you see it’s in your eyes,
But it’s hidden underneath the lies,
On the paper that you read,
The lies that grow like a planted seed,
I keep them away hidden from view,
So that no one will see them not even you,
And maybe one day when I feel good,
Ill tell the world like I know I should,
And maybe then there wont be riddles,
And no more lies not even a little,
But for now they’re hidden away,
And I’m telling you that’s where they’ll stay.