More Lies
What Comes Back
By Julie LacksonenPublished 6 months ago • Updated 6 months ago • 1 min read
You've lied before
Thousands of times.
You spoke, and still all I heard
Was a house of cards in every word.
Fall, they will.
Because the weight of truth
Is continually lost on you.
Your thread of words falls out of line,
Stitched into something you call divine.
Another lie.
Keep your stories,
Your smarmy voice,
Your rehearsed smirk,
Your paper crown,
Your thinly veiled disguise.
You buy other's devotion,
But many see through you.
We want the truth.
We beg for the truth.
All you utter is the same lying song and dance.
Hail to the chief
Of lies.
About the Creator
Julie Lacksonen
I'm a soon-to-be retired music educator - 39 years at the same school. One more! I enjoy writing, reading, walking, swimming, and spending time with family.
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