'' Who Is To Blame '' Poem by Bri Mar

Living a lie,
You have to deny,
Because the first you tend to forget,
Ask yourself why,
On untruths you rely,
When you know it brings only regret?

Those telling the truth,
To the liar uncouth,
Means they can live without fear,
No need for a sleuth,
Or a witness booth,
They know their conscience is clear.

Lying is snide,
We do it to hide,
What in reality are sure fire facts,
When lies collide,
You'll be on the slide,
Cynicism the liar attracts.

At first, it's relief,
You have a belief,
That what you've said they will trust,
That concept is brief,
When you feel grief,
Don't dare believe it's unjust.

That constant deceit,
Which you excrete,
Will eventually come back and bite,
Those you repeat,
Will become obsolete,
You'll forget what's wrong and what's right.

You haven't a clue,
What's lies and what's true,
You're caught in a spiral of shame,
You know it's you,
Soon everyone does too,
Then you ask yourself,

‘' Who Is To Blame ‘'