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I’d be lying if I said that this was right

I’d be lying if I said that I feel fine

I’d be lying if I said that it’s alright

That it’s alright

That it’s alright 

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I’d be lying if I said that I feel fine

I’d be lying if I said I’ve still got time

I’d be lying if I said this body’s mine

This body’s mine 

This body’s mine

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I’d be lying if I said I will in time

I’d be lying if I said it’ll go away if I try

I’d be lying if I said it’d be a crime

It’d be a crime

It’d be a crime

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I’d be lying if I said I’ll go away if I try

I’d be lying if I said that I’m not a guy

I’d be lying if I said I’d rather die

I’d rather die

I’d rather die

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I’d be lying if I said I’m not a guy

I’d be lying if I said that I feel fine

I’d be lying if I said its all a lie

It’s all a lie

It’s all a lie

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…It’s not a lie.

I’m sorry.

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We climbed an endless staircase 

To see the glacier falls

And marveled at the beauty 

And the marvel of it all

After hours of walking,

I stopped at a cliff and thought,

“Oh, what resplendent beauty does nature hold”

(Ya’Allah, what a ridiculous thought)

I would have walked on then,

Except I turned ‘round, 

looked up

and saw

The laughing faces of my mother and sister.

Yes, what resplendent beauty indeed.

I know the lines on “resplendent beauty” are clunky, but they’re meant to be. I wrote this poem when my family went to the falls in Switzerland. I loved it so damn much, and I actually thought “what resplendent beauty!” After taking a photo of the falls towards the end of the hike. I laughed right after, because it was such a silly thing for a fifteen-year-old Gen Z kid to think.

Until I looked up and behind me to continue the hike, and saw my mom and sister, happy and laughing in the rain at some joke, and looked back where I came from, where my dad was smiling and catching up with me, and it wasn’t such a silly thought anymore.

I composed the poem on my phone on the ride down.