Sliding lies
tracing convincing paths down her cheeks
Never do they fall when they should
in times of pain
or times of suffering
Only do they fall
in times of dishonesty
or times of treachery
When did it become this way?
In a forgotten past
they fell for scraped knees
and they fell for broken toys
and they fell for innocence
In an unwanted present
they fall for deception
and they fall for insincerity
and they don't fall for innocence lost
In an unforeseeable future
they will fall for remorse
and they will fall for guilt
and they will fall for regret
Why did it become that way?
For now there is no guilt
and remorse couldn't be farther than the stars
So she continues to let them fall
those tiny sliding lies
that no one ever questions
And she knows one day
someone will
and they will ask her
How did you become this way?