'' Everyone Tells Lies '' Poem by Bri Mar

I'm vying to stop lying,
Without much success,
No denying I'm trying,
But my life's such a mess.

Though contrite it's a fight,
To recognise the truth,
Is it right to delight?
In my being uncouth.

I've forgot which is hot,
It does leave a smell,
I'm distraught when I'm caught,
They'll put me through Hell.

The regret I'll forget,
When I add on another,
Get set for the sweat,
When reality I smother.

Ask who? I'll say you,
Till you prove me wrong,
Misconstrue join the queue,
Till another comes along.

A fabricator or traitor,
I'll let you choose,
Truth hater or creator,
Of the lies I peruse.

Those white aren't right,
They're still a distortion,
A fight they'll ignite,
They are a contortion.

To smudge or fudge,
The tales you despise,
Don't begrudge or dare judge,

‘' Everyone Tells Lies ‘'