'' That Truth, Gets Lost In Translation '' Poem by Bri Mar

I'll forever deny,
I am living a lie,
I blame it all on my youth,
It doesn't edify,
That you won't buy,
That I'm capable of telling the truth.

I won't dignify,
That I falsify,
I believe what I'm saying is real,
I'll ignore your cry,
In fact, I'll defy,
The way that you make me feel.

What I certify,
I can classify,
Unlike you lot I'm never aloof,
I won't clarify,
What I modify,
Don't ever dare ask for proof.

I will never comply,
Nor even reply,
To those who say I'm a liar,
I'm not being sly,
But you won't nullify,
What is an internal desire.

What you crucify,
Common sense I'll apply,
I'll hide to avoid the melee,
That tale you decry,
Will not go awry,
Context my friend holds the key.

It may mortify,
But I'll maintain a supply,
Of what I will term, variation,
I will testify,
Till the day I die,

‘' That Truth, Gets Lost In Translation ‘'