Lies
By Andamorph
I go through battles, bloody and terrible,
I stay up nights and get no sleep,
Sometimes I think that it's not bearable,
This secret that I always keep!
And the battles aren't the worst of it,
Nor is the loss of the world I knew,
It's not the killings that I commit,
It's all the lying that I do!
For now I lie all of the time,
I used to be so honest, too!
It always makes me feel like slime,
If my parents only knew!
A small lie here, then there, then soon,
My lies pile up on top one another,
My lies weaving like yarn on a loom,
They weave in and out and fall on eachother.
And my parents, they would never guess
how much always lie to them,
It would bring them such distress!
To know I lie time and again.