I am told the world lies,
None mean what they say;
And, if, perhaps, they do,
The truth changes, every day.

The love they speak of fades;
The vows they make all break;
The hope they give tarnishes;
Yet, it all was never meant to be… fake.

And I wish I could deceive
The ones I love and hate;
I wish I could erase promises,
Like cleaning chalk from slate.

But I can’t. I mean every word.
I can’t bother to deal in lies.
My truth is all I have living,
Without it, this character dies.