Soul of a Liar

by Swords and Spells

Poem inspired after reading an independent Harry fic. What happens when you feel like everyone is lying to you.

Soul of a Liar by: L P

Potter's Field is filled with liars,

Lying in low lying graves.

And liars lie in wait,

Waiting to lie to their next victim.

And victims lie spread out before a world of lies

Lying to them their whole lives

You're not good enough

You're not strong enough

Lies

You're not smart enough

You're not pretty enough

Lies

For if we ever believe them then we're just lying to ourselves

Because we lie to ourselves when we say we are not lying to ourselves

Lies!

And a liar lives a life of lies

And as he lies there not wanting to lie

He comes up with new lies

That only beget new lies

Lies take over our lives

And then he can only lie in wait to lie

For in his soul he can no longer see the lies

Only the lives he's ruined with his life of lies

And there he comes upon a child

And in his eyes he sees no lies

Only a life waiting to know a world

A world that he knows will teach him lies

And how to lie

So he lies down hoping that that child can realize

That it's all lies

Before its too late and he ruins more lives

And so he begins to remember a time without lies

Where in his eyes a man once saw no lies

And then he realized as he lie there on the street

That in his soul he knows we're all liars

And liars lie