The Best Policy

I was a liar as a kid.

Not big lies, just the " Yes I cleaned my room" even though I actually just pushed every thing under my bed. 

I used to get in big trouble for little lies. My momma would be so mad at me. 

If only she knew I did it to make her happy. 


Nowadays, I tell the truth.

I tell the whole truth, nothing but the truth so help me God. 

But I actually need his help, because the truth is getting me in trouble,

Far more trouble than if I would have told a lie.

If honesty is supposed to be the best policy, why am I getting the downfall of the truth.


I live in a world where honesty is no longer used everyday.

Everyone lies to each other and keeps the truth in the dark.

So why shouldn't I bring it out into the light,

And let it stand in the sun with no shadows on its face.


I get yelled at.

I get told I am far too blunt and that I should shut my mouth. 

You asked me for the truth!

Or you forced me to tell the ever so wonderful Inconvient Truth. 

But if I get to that point, that is your fault and not mine.


The Best Policy should be "You want the Truth? You can't handle the truth"

But Honesty will always top the secrecy most people hold dear.

And address the big pink elephant in the room.

And I will always tell the truth because of that.



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