Truth in Lies
You told me you would never lie.
What are lies to you, I now wonder.
You did not change the story, I know.
In fact, you didn’t tell anything at all.
Are lies just when you change the face of truth?
Aren’t lies also holding back the fact?
When would you stop lying?
For the lies aren’t worth anything now.
When would you tell me the truth I already know?
Advertisement
The first piece I remember writing was a poem in a red Hello Kitty notebook, and that was when I was seven. Come when I was 12, I read my writings only to judge myself. I burned the pages of that notebook - but I saved Hello Kitty. Here now is a new page I cannot and will not burn.
leave a comment