A Lie I Caught red-handed

I hated them 

For having a high fly,

Spreading their wings wide 

Knowing the existence of freedom,

Even though 

I tied my wings tight,

Even though 

I was afraid to fly,

I caught red-handed 

I caught my self 

Believing in my own 

Sweet lies,

Even though 

I had a fortune 

To catch bitter truth 

I mesmerized reality 

But too late.