I haven’t slept in 2 years. I haven’t eaten in 5, I’m not lying.
People lie everyday. “Little white lies” we call them. They mean nothing at all. It won’t hurt anybody. What could possibly happen if I told a lie?
Some people are bad liars, and some lies are just bad.
I’m not a bad liar. But people just don’t believe me when I say anything. Everything I say becomes a lie in another person’s ears, they won’t listen.
So if I tell bad lies on purpose will anybody notice? I’ll mix up the truth with bad lies and see if people can tell the difference.
I’ve never broken a bone, I’ve never been drunk, I’ve never forgotten a birthday. Do you know which statement is true? And which one was the lie?
I’ve been sick for 10 years, my IV is made of tears, my cereal tastes like regret, I’m not lying.
I’ve forgotten my own name, I forgot where I came from, I left my consciousness on the bus. I’m not lying.
It’s very easy to ignore an obvious lie, when you know the truth. But I’m not lying…
My heart is broken, my dignity stolen, and my future is no more. I’m not lying.
My friends are gone, along with my dad and mom, my sibling disappeared. I’m not lying.
My chest hurts, my ribs are shattered, and as for me. Well, there’s not a lot of me left. I’m not lying.
I can’t stop myself from constantly running away from the truth, lies are just so much easier to tell.
They say the truth sets you free…
Ok… Let’s try again.
The poem is filled with lies, some of them easier to say than others. But I want to start telling the truth now.
I want to start this poem over. I want to be better than this. I know I’m better than this… And maybe you can hear it in my voice. But I promise. I’m not lying…