You can tell me you hate the way I dress, "Friday night is off", you can't go to my recital, you're under too much stress. You can say "Your makeup's too much", "You talk too loud", "Your room is too cluttered", "Let's not keep in touch". But don't give me your fake alibies, or say things you don't mean. They hurt more than the truth, so please, don't tell me lies.

You can call me names, throw tantrems and fits, say, "You sing like a frog", and make outstanding claims. You can laugh at my dreams, flirt with my friends, smirk at my poetry, tell me everything is much worse than it seems. But don't give me your fake alibies, or say things you don't mean. They hurt more than the truth, oh please, don't tell me lies.

©1997 by Amanda Leckron

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