Lies are Life

Not always sure what things called sins may be,

I am sure of one sin I have done.

Five years ago, when I was a little girl,

I would lay in my bed thinking my dad was a bad person,

All I could think was that he lied to me,

I did not think twice about it,

I would yell and scream at him,

I would tell him that I didn't care about him,

I could only imagine a life

Where I got along with him,

I would get told bad stories that would crush me,

I would tell myself that I would never like him,

He was a liar.

At least that is what I thought

I treated him bad

Very bad for many years,

I did not know that I would ever care,

I didn't know that people could lie so much,

But I guess that is just life

I would have never thought that one day I would feel guilty about it,

I did not think the truth would come out so violently

But I guess the truth really does hurt,

It hurts really bad

Like a pain in my heart that will not go away,

Life has a lot of lies that pile up like paper,

The truth must come out sometime slowly but surely.