I don't believe that someone can be 100% honest.
Why?
Because everything you know, do, believe in, understand...
Are all lies.
Lies.
All of them are lies.
Yet we live in a world, content with these
beautiful yet misleading lies.
Why are our smiles so fake?
Why are our hearts so empty?
Why are our laughs so forced?
I'll tell you why; we're just pretending to be happy.
Everything is just a fabrication of your mind.
They are as endless as time.
But why? WHY?
Why do we still believe them?
Because there is nothing such as the truth.
There are only lies, white lies, more lies.
Everything you know and believe ARE LIES!
Religion? It's a LIE!
Atheism? Such a big lie!
Humanity is BUILT to be lied to,
to have something to believe in.
But still, everything you know is wrong.
Everything you do is wrong
Everything is faked, staged, fabricated, wrong!
Everything is a LIE!
So why do we delude ourselves?
Why do we exaggerate every little tiny thing?
It is because that is what we are genetically programmed to DO.
It is our sense of REALITY.
We have no other CHOICE.
Or do we?
Airplanes used to be a lie.
Racial harmony used to be a fleeting dream.
Woman rights used to be unheard of.
So are all lies hurtful?
No.
Not all of them.
We barely have a future worth believing in.
That's why lies are so important to our society.
We LIVE by them.
We need them to SURVIVE.
EVOLVE. ADAPT. OVERCOME.
It is in our code.
But yet we lie for every single little thing.
Do we need it?
YES. Absolutely.
It is in our programing.
Lies progress humanity.
It is our judicial system.
I'm high on classic coke, don't mind me giving my literature teacher an existential crisis of a poem. Yeah, it depends if she decides to check this out with the handwritten link on a card. If so, Happy Teacher's Day Ms Choo, I hope that you enjoy some other poems of mine. In this poem, I went with an experimental style of regular stanzas but irregular rhythm and repetition. This sounded better in my mind, but I guess it took too long for me to get back home and to type this out on my laptop, so here is a humble approximation of a psychological study. Also, this poem might cause some people to be offended, so please approach with caution.
