Truths About Lying
TRUTHS ABOUT LYING Part A Lies to me A little lie to myself. A little lie to myself. The reason why I cannot tell. Why should I lie? I cannot tell. A look in the mirror. A glimpse of my failure. A patch of my mistakes. My future I live to forsake. Covered in layers of deceit, My burning desire not to be Revealed; revealed even to myself Would be my undoing. A little lie to myself Won’t hurt anybody. Losing in bits, my reality. Lies to her She had so many layers. Layers that had gotten thick. As thick as the oak tree It ran deeper than its roots. Concealed in powder All shades and colour As thick as chowder Unable to cower; Cower to the whispers in her head However still and small, the whispers Echoed loud. However still and small, the whispers Echoed long. Till it fades away. Unrecognisable and lost in motion. Merry in self-deceit and none to tell the truth. It was the layers upon layers. A recipe for self-destruction. Lies to him The c...