The little lies we tell
Innocent at first
"I love that"
"That's a beautiful song"
"How thoughtful"
They add up
They become penance due
Self flagellation
As perspectives change
Still stuck in the lie
Why did I love that?
That song is possessive
Did you actually think about that?
All stays in the mind's voice
The little lies we tell
In the beginning we
Don't even know they are
Lies
Truth catches us all in the end
Or does it?