I Might Be Lying To You Poem by Aaron Jackson

When I was 9, I found out that I was a pretty good liar,
Okay actually I was 10, but this didn't stop my from
telling everyone in my fifth-grade class that Julia,
ate a worm at recess, and It wasn't until I was 11
that I realized that sometimes,
telling a lie has consequences.


I was addicted to lying to friends, about friends,
to make friends, to lose friends, to make others lose
friends. It was like I was playing a game of chess with
myself and I could move all the pieces at once.
Playing these games over and over again made me
numb to the fact that every time I said checkmate,


It wasn't until I was 17 years old that all of my chess
pieces were broken and beaten from the years of me
abusing them, I knew I had been lying to myself.
All the friends and friends of friends of friends had left
the games and I had nothing left, and it wasn't like I
could play the victim in this situation because I learned
that your own words will come back to bite you.
So, it was finally time to tell my truth.