truth

i guess they're right when they say

lovers live a lie.

no relationships' foundation can consist of only truth and happiness,

there's always lies. secrets.

manipulation of the mind.

leading you on with false statements and testimony

until you fall

hook, line, and sinker.

and how could you not?

don't discredit this statement, for you have done it before.

everyone has.

perhaps it was just a white lie,

but it was a lie nonetheless.

deceit comes in many ways,

and it all starts with reflection and a statement.

you see, deceit is a tricky thing.

maybe there is some truth,

some part that isn't lying and doesn't want to hurt you.

or is there?

is everything fake?

a lie created to persuade and change the mind?

yes.

you know, it very easy to do — as this whole poem is a lie.

or...

is it?