Maybe if I try really hard,
I can lead a life of pretend,
Because why should I be spared
If with the devil I contend.
I am not a sin, no matter what you say;
I simply struggle with a temptation.
It's no different than a liar with a lie
That could destroy their nation.
But liars are shunned for their sin,
So maybe it's right I'm hated for mine.
A lie can break one from a friend,
So maybe this punishment is just and fine.
If this sin is too much for the world,
Then I'll turn into a liar for them
I'll spread my lies out and come unfurled,
And maybe it all won't be as condemned.
Since my honesty is tearing my life apart
I'll start lying and acting like I belong.
All I'll have to do is deny my heart
As I make my new self up as I go along
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