Truth

My skill is in deception

it is not easy to say

but hear my cruel confession

And then be on your way.

I do it, not for malice,

nor was it done for fun

but lies built my glass palace

I’ll throw rocks when I am done.

I chose the path I walk on,

though it is strewn with thorns

my bare feet feel the poison

but what hurts more is the scorn

of those I want to love me

its the lack of love I fear.

Their souls soar high above me

while I lie bleeding here.

I’m desprate for affection,

what I know I don’t deserve

and though I‘ve known for a while

still it wounds the open nerve.

And so I change myself again

into what I know they crave

I follow signals they put out

to guide how I behave.

It would be better for us all, I think

If I sometimes lost this game

it’s grandios, I know, and still

the results will stay the same.

And now people adore me

sometimes it works too well.

Still, better than abhore me

that would be my special hell.

And so I twist and kill the truth

I hide and falsify

I burn when touched with solid proof

Succinctly put, I lie.

I know I should be honest

my friends would like me better

and still I cannot bring myself

lies hold me like a fetter.

I work so hard to free myself

from the habits I have formed

but then I see my honest self

crude, horrid, and deformed

I shudder at the wretched sight

as one shutters out the cold

and though I pity my own sad plight

I hate it, truth be told.

And so into my pit of lies

I make a fast retreat

I want to be a better man

but my demons I can‘t defeat.

So now you‘ve heard my story

Ive poured out all my sins.

The only truth within the lies

is you should stop before you begin