Lies carried on my lips like the wind;
They swirl around. I welcomed them at a tender age-
A way to cope with loss, unaware of the weight I bore.
Why did I ever lie?
It became a soothing habit, comforting as melodies.
My heart, an open canvas, waiting for a painter's touch,
He appears when I need him not, Yet I need him dearly.
Stranger you've illuminated my deep-rooted struggle with Falsehood.
I resent your arrival, knowing you'll soon depart,
But your presence has been vital for my healing journey.
