You ask me why I lie?
You ask why I say the things that I say?
Is it because I had a bad day?
This is what I think about as I lay.
But the truth behind the lie is that I don't know why.
I don't mean to hurt you, my love for sill stays true.
It hurts for me to tell the truth so I cry.
But it hurts even more when I have to live
Behind a Lie
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Living lies all must find Behind the veil living in the dark we cry And why....iip