Tara Webster Poet Rhyme

White Lies

I've heard many talk about honesty,
As though it is the best quality.

I know I hoped to be truthful, 
But deep inside I acknowledge I was only brutal.
I've told them the horrible things many have done, 
As a hypocrite, one could assume I held an empty gun. 

I could pull the trigger, 
But the bullet wouldn't speed past,
The only real difference would be the expressions so vast. 

This would make me a liar, 
but isn't that what the performance arts are?
the production is based on lies, but it seems as though it is the truth from afar. 

Would being a liar truly be a sin?
If being truthful is what makes others hurt within. 
One could consider every lie white,
For it may be the wrong words,
 but compared to the honest, a liars' intentions are right.

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