I was once told not to tell a lie,
I admit sometimes i have to try,
To not utter one from my own lip,
To not keep one in my grip.
When i do speak one, indeed i feel bad,
deceiving cheat i am, it makes me mad.
I question the person that a lie makes me become,
I question where they originate from.
My desire to be wicked.
Or do they have a mind of their own,
Speaking in their own form of tone,
Only using my mouth to come out,
In more than one spout.
But why do i blame only me,
When i am not the only one to be,
Controlled by a lie,
Therefore, i let out a long sigh.