rhyme pattern - abac
Sometimes it's just easier to lie,
to myself, to others,
lie following lie,
I just let it fly.
I glance past my closest friends,
often baffled by how easy it is to lie,
I'd think they'd notice my knotted ends,
but it's comforting to see them in ignorant bliss.
My eyes follow my family,
they don't seem to notice my lies either,
being a liar is so easy to be,
and I like this sinning.
Lies get heavy, like putting books in a bag,
the more lies I carry, the more my back bends,
it bends and it's on the verge of a snap,
but I'm okay for now.
Fake smiles and untruths,
passing them along the line,
like a twisted game of telephone, hiding in the corner of the booth,
a false statement whispered on and on.
Maybe sometime I'll be honest with you,
or myself,
but for now, I'll lie to me too,
so no worries.
