Nobody really lies

Nobody looks like
his/her profile pics
In real life 'cause
There is no real life,
Except of that one
We mixed up in our
heads behind our
eyes, gathering all
our past, we all are
history tellers,
history holders,
denying our common
habit - we all are
past-addicts.

Daddy said I should
put all the guys in a line
and let him choose..
I was never searching
neither expecting anything
but a descent muse.
And so I didn't get
what he was talking about
neither was I ever trying
to make him proud though I
ended up being loud,
so loud, that it started to
look like I'm constantly
quiet and... cute.
So loud that mute.

Whenever I heard
there is something or
somebody "right" for me,
I knew all I want is
to let myself fully be.

Mummy said her
dad told her to
never look back
as she was a child.
But I saw her doing
exactly that and I
ran, flew, climbed,
silently wild, loudly
wild, lovingly wild.

I grew and
everywhere I faced same
common thing -
nobody's prefect or nearly
good in someone's story,
sin after sin
applies to whoever
was shown, whoever
showed up and made
him/her-self seen.

Nobody looks like
his/her profiles but
Nobody really lies.