LIES?

So basically this poem isn’t indicative of me or myself. I just wanted to write a poem to prove to my dad lying is bad and I won’t lie to him about where I’m going… but I haven’t got to the point of the girl in the poem haha.

Words: they’re there to explain, to articulate, to inspire. But change a vowel here and a few consonants there. Now the way you perceive truth is twisted. What is truth? ‘Tis only but a word. And what are words? Nothing but a sequence of noises. And why are they so important anyway? a lie. The difference between truth and a lie… and what’s so bad about lies? If the truth hurts why tell it? Is it really better than a lie. Truth is only used to be used as lies tempt the brain. They manipulate and bend on a whim. Sneaky as a spider crawling through the darkness. A creature of the night. Eerie, ominous, and dark with mystery. Lying to get by, sneaky and alive. She makes her way through… unseen and unheard. She’s made it to where she wanted to go, only to find everyone has gone. She’s alone, She sheds a tear. Only for the truth does she fear. What is she with truth? Nothing but herself. Stopping to glance at a puddle as it catches her eye, but it reflects nothing but a thousand words she can’t comprehend. Who is this soul. Unknown. The lines in her mind, a gradient of grey. No white. No Black. She looks back. Lying on the cold hard ground she begins to cry. No one can tell her who she is and she doesn’t know why. Why do you ask? It all began with her one lie.

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