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