A lie told and bought.
That's his business.
What can he plea to survive under good graces
What can he cry to be bathed in sympathy
What can he scream to make you bleed deep
What can he sing to make your knees go weak
He knows it all, but himself.
How clever can a boy be when he doesn't know his own identity?
When pressed for an answer,
he will run
he will hide
And when alone, he will whisper, 'I am a liar.'
great poem, i like it cause i hate liars too, i even know one of them, keep up the gd work and stay away from liars..lol
Honesty is the greatest good we carry with us. We will meet liars (male and female) throughout this world. It requires a lot of disciplin not to lie at all, ourselves. If we choose to be systematically honest, we will have to think a lot before we act and speak, but it will change our life so thoroughly. Very good write, makes one think a bit further.
this is great and I know a few of those who won't admit they don't really know themselves, 'cause when you come to think of it it's not that easy to come up with ideas which describe who you are indeed. I'm one who knows who he is but I don't really know where I'm going 'cause it's not that easy and certain to determine anything like that, but you get the picture. good, I like it when people talk about lies and about the 'when-nobody-is-seeing-you' thing Kyle
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hi Jennifer! I like this poem a lot... not just because liar usually get their comeuppance but because of the great story and words you have put together to get the message across. Superb arrangement and great flow makes it a superb read and imprints the thoughts of cheaters never win deep in your subconscious... brilliant! Dale :)