There’s a screw loose inside my head 

drilling deeper, not just when I’m in bed 

When in shame, feel low or afraid 

I’ll lie & keep up my pathetic charade 

I’m a conjuror of sorts, magic, my game 

But as in life…this deceptions the same 

 

I’m NOT a con artist, gambler or cheat 

Just a liar who feels he can’t compete 

As everyone’s life much better than mine 

So I lie, to stop my further decline, 

Ill be ashamed, lost and indebted 

As I’m worse than people expected 

 

So I lie about the things…I did today 

I washed the car and mowed the lawn 

But that’s before I became withdrawn 

I tided the house and didn’t just think 

My career has just come down to this

 

Tho i do have the best job it’s truly bliss…

 

This one’s no lie, it’s the truth I speak 

I stay at home, week after week 

As I help and care for other children 

With my wife too... I’ve hit a home run 

But on the outside I’ve nothing to offer  

As I lay about and they say I’m tosser 

 

So I lie about the things I’ve done 

Ill say I’ve been busy but the lies begun

As I distract myself with other things 

Let’s see what this new day brings 

As later Ill be soothing trauma 

From children I’ve chosen to foster