I lied once, I lied twice
I was slapped then was kicked
They told me it's a sin
I never followed and continued lying
I lied that I was rich
I lied that I was the most fortunate
i lied that everything great happened to me
Some believed while others ignored
I felt proud of myself...
I told them my good deeds, which i had none
I said my parents adored me, untrue again
I got married to a Duke when I was poor
I figured out I was unfortunate
Nothing was great about living with him
I was ignored there
I felt deceived and guilty
As I was bad, I was thrown out
My parents died the next day in a car crash leaving me alone
All the events made me worse
I lied thrice, I lied quadruple
I was burned then was tortured
They repeated it was a sin
Too much to take in- Death is the best for me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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