I am a liar.
Must have been born a liar.
Lied to my Mother and Father.
Often to my God~~
while He thundered in Cosmic Laughter.
To Him, it must have seemed so silly and odd.
Lied to my son and his mother.
Even lied to my dogs when they were not so bad.
Lied often to save my butt in Court
and, in mixed company, when I did honestly fart.
And we are supposed to lie to bosses.
So I did. Again and again.
But never kissed their asses.
Lied to myself even and paid in anguish and betrayal.
I am a liar. Always have been, most often sorrowfully.
Seems I am most often too afraid to tell the truth.
The feelings of someone will always be hurt.
I have already my share of true and honest guilt.
I don’t need or want anymore.
So I lie and will likely do so again.
But, dear heart, because you asked it of me,
I shall not lie to you though it break our hearts.