All I have ever been
fed is a bunch of lies.
Every time I look
around I am being
told another lie.
I hate the lies of
a human heart,
despite what I am
taught not to hate.
The time of day
that the lies stop,
is a day that I
would like to see.
Who can I trust
through all these lies?
Who should I believe,
after all these lies?
The lies are told, they
say so they can protect me,
but all they are doing
hurting me even more.
I love the truth,
but hate the lies!
The day I die
is the day the lies
will truly end.
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Comments
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I guess your right about that ~ So many times people think that telling a lie is a form of protection ~ but who are they really protecting ~ maybe their own self ~ Maybe in my opinion ~ I think people lie so they don't feel bad about what they have to say ~
I don't lie ~ I find it really difficult to even do so ~ I guess I too learned it is better ~ not to lie ~ HOWEVER, I do Omit the truth ~ LOL ~ Meaning if the baby is ugly ~ I'll find a nice thing about the baby to say ~ such as ~ Oh the baby seems to have such a nice disposition ~ or he/she sleeps like an angel ~ I don't need to tell them their kid is ugly ~ It's finding the good points ~
For the most part I do that all the time ~ Including my judging ~ except when someone requests ~ they want the good the bad the indifferent ~ I figured ~ if someone really wants to know if they baby is cute or ugly they will ask ~ Being honest ~ doesn't mean you need to be cruel ~ I do like your poem ~ I think it makes a strong point of how lies can hurt those ~
I do appreciate you sharing your work with me ~ Best of luck to you ~ thanks so much for entering the "set the bar" contest ~ -
I hate beind lied to.
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