Blind by lies in all I see,
seems no truths been give to me.
Life's been lived in bitter ways,
from my youth until today.
Never seeing sides of bright,
only gray from darkened light.
Words that all but lay long cast,
all of mines to blame.
How did I find here so far,
impossible to stay.
In a search for truth by night,
in tears within the day.
Men that speak in forked tongue,
split to please themselves.
Blind by lies in all I see,
lies and nothing else for me.

saint cynosure ( Ken Bennight )

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blind-by-lies/