I told an untruth, a little white lie,
Now it’s blown out of proportion, a mountain high.
The first lie was really nothing, just avoiding the question,
Just didn’t want to talk, non participation in suggestion.
Because I denied the little first, the bigger second came fast,
The lies after that came out like a blast.
Now I am trapped in a web of lies, a chain of deceit,
I can’t look you in the eye, I hate it when we meet.
I no longer know the truth, I no longer balk,
Everything I newly invent each time I talk.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
A good write about lies. Once one is told, they follow another...I love how you wrote this. One cannot live in truth this way. One cannot look that person in the eye if they have a conscience. Another good write! ! !