Why do I have to be
So judgmental?
So critical?
Couldn't I lie?
Just say things
I don't mean
To keep from hurting
People?
Why does the
Truth
Have to be so
Harsh?
I want to look past
The truth
I want to be a liar
A sweet, loving
Liar.
I don't want to hurt
Not me
Not anyone
But that's what
The truth does
It makes your soul
Bleed, dark and warm
Why is it like that?
So painful
Why is honesty
Such a valued
Characteristic
When it kills you?
Does that make
Murder okay?
I hate it
Being so true
Why can't I be
Like everyone else?
Dishonest.
Or at least,
Less observant
Of character flaws