The Truth Poem by Martin Holm Sjölin

I wanted her to cry a little over me.
But she just stood there, screaming her lungs out.
I wanted her to say a lie to me.
A lie that would have made it better.
But I guess that those lies don't come easy for her.

Lies is what life is build on.
The lie that every man and woman is equal.
The lie that everybody has the same chance in life.
The lie that she tells herself, when she says she isn't good enough.
And also the lie I tell myself every second that passes by.

The lie that nothing matters.
Because the truth is that, Everything matters.
You just have to decide if you think that it's that important.
And my lie has been told to myself so many times that I believe in it.
And maybe that's a good thing. Maybe lies can be good to.