I lie to you at least twice a day
Sometimes I lie more
I don’t know why I lie to you
I’m really not that sure
I lie about the cake I ate
The last biscuit in the tin
Why I didn’t put the bins out
Why I forgot to bring them in
I lie about who was last
To leave the empty roll
The toothpaste that has lost its lid
And the deodorant I stole
I lie about the clothes I bought
Now hidden in a drawer
I say I found them in the sale
And that they should have cost me more
But these are inconsequential
Because I know that you don’t care
About who ate the last biscuit
Or even what I wear
But then I lie about how tired I am
And say that I slept well
I’ll say the dreams were good ones
When I’ve really been to hell
I lie about the pain I’m in
The muscle cramps and aches
Pretending that it doesn’t hurt
The painkillers that I take
I’ll lie about my mood
Pretend I’m happy when I’m sad
Take my frustrations out on paper
So you won’t see me when I’m mad
I lie to you at least twice a day
To make life easier to bare
I lie because I love you
I lie because I care
This is a great poem, It's attraction is the turn, (volta in a sonnet), the key moment when its whisper suddenly roars, quite common as a technique but rarely written so well, the transition from the banal lies to serious is like barbed honey. Thanks Ali
Great poem with a theme we all recognise. When is a lie a lie? I'm fine.
I do this all the time and don't know why.
Love it. Sentiments we can all relate to.
bravo! love how the contrast between the easy peasy rhyme and stanza of this poem and the almost dramatically heavy content give you shivers and make you want ti read and think twice. Well done and very brave Ali. I love it and send lot‘s of love to you.