I wonder if I'm being real I think about what it would be like to be nice, Do I speak my truths or set a trap That with one wrong move could snap back, Or do I tell a lie and be attacked Or tell the truth and be set back At times I think lies don't hurt But when I tell them I lose my heart; I lay awake thinking out loud Only to find my mind making no sound, But my heart stops at an end For the lies I've told and heard Make me sad and, finally put me to end I want to cry but no words come I lay there silent no lies to come
I had to write a sonnet for English and this is what I came up with, I didn't add the Shakespearean words but I think the point gets across