I’m not your microphone.

I’m not a journal for you to write in.

I won’t just stand by and watch you,

Erasing the same mistakes from your pencil,

Writing them over and over again.

Stop speaking in me

Stop writing on me

Stop erasing your smudges

If you’re just going to make the same mistakes.

And if I’m your microphone,

Your journal or your ear to hear,

Be truthful for once.

Stop speaking in hushed tones,

In dialects I can’t decipher.

Stop writing with invisible lead.

Use felt-tipped pens for heart-felt pains,

That no eraser can rub out of life.

And as you lie to me,

I’ll lie myself down and ignore.

To sleep with the sounds of a lyre,

Not be written on or spoken into

With the words and ink of a liar.