Why is a word so ugly at present,
And later so goodly a comfort?
My eyes couldn't see
How true words could lie
So deeply inside of myself.
But I am a mocker,
Of all and my own:
I cannot tell you a thing
Without lying.
'Cause I am not capable of speaking the truth
When I do not know what I'm hiding.
Haha!

(c) 2016 Indigo Kenna