Chaos
Lies that weave a path to heartache
Hardly knowing what is good for its sake.
Deceit never stopped once it has started,
When the honest truth departed.
Small untruths that follow… one more.
You must have heard it often told in lore.
Grains of sand becoming like a mountain.
And like volcano once again.
All of this is shown in her eyes
Everything untrue, unshielded out cries.
Who can say otherwise? Not him or her.
And definitely not me, sir.
Lies once concealed, never to be.
In the mirror, secrets for all to see.
Author Note: This is embarrassing, but I had an argument with my parents over a supposed lie I told. So these are my emotions shaped into a crap poem that's supposed to be trochaic (stressed, unstressed).