Who are you fooling

Questions , they bother you.
Questions , they are no longer new.
Questions that your mind ask,
Questions, that you don't want .
The truth is ,
The answer is known,
It's has always been there, glaring at your face,
Taunting, haunting , hurting ,twisting around , round and round,
White lace.
Soft, trusting, delicate, dreamy, harmlessly so,
Leaving marks , ugly red gashes , twisted in patterns
Scars , they will never go.
Ignore them for a while ,
It might buy you some time.
Questions,
They will return, Creeping in , when you are least expecting,
And the truth is, you knew the answer all along,
It will not change, how many ever times you ask the same questions.
Ignore them for a while ,
It might buy you some time.