Liar's Truth
When have I lied?
It makes me wonder if to be hopeful
is a white lie of sorts…
I have often lied to a child
who sat and cried in despair
Telling that child it would be alright
when I had no way of knowing.
Have I lied to myself
that I’m happy or sad?
Have I pretended I’m of use to others?
Has that been true or was it a lie
I suppose that’s up to you?
When my sister was born
I hated her, was that a lie, FOR SURE
I wanted to hate her to blame her for all
but I knew that wasn’t true.
I grew up a bit and then I saw
she’s the best person I ever knew.
I lied when I cried
to my husband and told him I was happy.
Happiness ha! Safe I was … cloistered
like a parrot in a cage
held there by my own fears.
I’m happy now sitting here
all alone in front of this screen
is it a lie? I wonder….
[can you hear me scream]
Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2012
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