lies in thorns

sometimes i lie,

i lie when i want to,

and when i don't want to.

most of the time i am forced to.

forced to lie so i can survive.

i think about lying as taking a cookie from a cookie jar as a kid,

or maybe the story "boy cries wolf",

tell too many or take too many and no one will believe you when you tell the truth.

"i didn't take a cookie!"

or

"there's a wolf!"

and you'll be met with

"show me your hands."

or

"i'm not helping you."

what i'm nipping at is lying is like roses,

roses with the thorns not cut off,

the thorns hurt your hands,

and lies hurt your heart.