A year ago, I was not me.
But who then, have I come to be?
A year ago, I had the same name, voice, and face
I wore these same clothes and lived in the same place.
I have not gone through catastrophe,
Nor have I passed the year all too peacefully.
This year I learned about an elaborate art
The practice of lying, of duping, of farce.
It is a difficult thing to master
You have to be a dedicated crafter.
For should you forget a single thing you told
The whole tapestry will begin to unravel, unfold
It is a game of chess you can choose to start,
You play characters against each other, drive them apart
Or perhaps you protect yourself from a greater bad
You’re keeping yourself from being broken, torn, and sad
There are such things as noble lies within the craft
Not all are simply for the game, greed, and for laughs
But the worst lies are the ones that we make to ourselves
For without the truth, we do not know into what we delve
We may be mistaken about who we are, where we are walking
You won’t be sure if you’re right, if it’s the proper steps you are taking
A mistake so great can have consequences severe
You may end up ruined, dead, lost, broke, in tears
On the other hand there is the case,
That your life won’t be so hard to face.
Some lies we make to ourselves are small
In fact, they may not hurt us at all.
But other ones, though tiny at best
Can leave a stinging impression on others, on the rest
Should you believe that you are perfect and in thought sound,
But in reality you embody all that you criticize and hound
Aren’t you perpetuating the hate, prejudice, and -isms
That you condemn and speak about in criticism?
By lying to your own mind, you are sparking hate
Of believing that you are just and right you may make a mistake
2016 was not a year of complete acceptance and love
People were killed, others were teased, killed, held below and not above
Lying reigned and guilt was swallowed, regret was scarce.
Perhaps, and hopefully, in 2017, we forget the art of farce.
I shall surely try my best on my behalf, as this past year has made me
More aware of the lies I tell to both myself and those who surrounding be.
In 2016 I became a master of lies and a creator of falsities.
Only when lies stop and acceptance of truth reigns may we unite most beautifully