I hate lies
Especially liars
Yet I lie
I stare straight at their faces
And I lie
Without guilt
But I still feel it
The guilt
It gnaws at me
It taps its spidery little hands at me
It grins, cruel, mocking me
I feel its beady eyes stare
That is guilt
Yet I still lie
Because it is what makes them happy
If that is the case
If it would make their faces light up
If it would cause them to smile
If it would make everyone happy
I would smile
And lie
I would bare the guilt
I would smile
And say
"I love you"
Note: Isn't it ironic that I dislike poetry and yet my first post is a poem? This is fiction by the way. :D
2 comments:
Oh, that is deep. Wow. At the end, when you realize what the lie is, it's like "OUCH that stings!" even though I wasn't the one being lied to. Really cool.
This is so cool. I like the descriptions of guilt. Nice job.
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