Its my fault
I said I wanted the truth
I begged you to tell it like it is
I can handle it I said
Crossing my fingers behind my back
Tell me the truth dammit
I need to know how you really feel
Don’t hold back
I swear I can take the beating
That I knew your words will bring
Tell me the truth I shouted
Don’t treat me like an invalid
I can handle anything you throw at me
I don’t think I ever believed it was true
So how can I expect honesty from you
When I lie, even to myself
What a deep and thought provoking
poem, Sue! It really makes one think
about their situation and more
importantly, themselves! Thanks for sharing!
Much love and Blessings to you,
Becca
Often, I think we ask for truth, hoping it will validate the answers we want to hear and believe. When the truth it told and we feel its crushing blow, our lies of being strong enough to handle it become painfully obvious. Well written verses that most can completely relate to.
Take care,
Sherry
you've captured something essential here, Sue. how we lie to ourselves and demand truth we have sometimes worked hard to deny. i've told myself the "i can handle it" lie more times than i care to admit. very good write.
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poem, Sue! It really makes one think
about their situation and more
importantly, themselves! Thanks for sharing!
Much love and Blessings to you,
Becca
An interest write.
Joy and starlight
Reindeer
Take care,
Sherry
excellent poetry!
" Oh what a tangled web we weave...when at first we try to deceive "
Peter
and your own lies do too. I guess that's why they
say ignorance is bliss;-)
loved this write
I'll remmeber this
next time I lie
William ....Peace