Standing at crossroads of choices often,
I forget the last time I didn't try
To make my truth a blatant lie.
And perhaps at other times,
To make my lies convincingly true,
To make liking me easier for you.
I have lost my veracity perhaps
Trapped in this world of desires;
Never regretting every white lie I used,
To manipulate my way back to you.
All of me you never knew,
And you never had a clue
You were just a pawn,
In my experiments with truth.
~ Suranya