this poem is about a habitual liar...
It's almost as if the lie is some sort of a rush.
They believe their own lie and get so tangled up
in it,
that when they are confronted they throw a gosh darn fit.
They lie about everything and to everyone,
It seems impossible for this type to be straight
with anyone.
Probably an insecurity causes the lies that they tell,
It hides the real person in a darkness where they dwell.
A liar never amounts to much,
A liar will never win,
He will always be on the outside
and from the outside looking in...
Poetry by Donna Lee Marie Balderama
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Written on 2006-06-06 at 16:02
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Have You Ever Known ...?
Have you ever known someone that lies so darn much,It's almost as if the lie is some sort of a rush.
They believe their own lie and get so tangled up
in it,
that when they are confronted they throw a gosh darn fit.
They lie about everything and to everyone,
It seems impossible for this type to be straight
with anyone.
Probably an insecurity causes the lies that they tell,
It hides the real person in a darkness where they dwell.
A liar never amounts to much,
A liar will never win,
He will always be on the outside
and from the outside looking in...
Poetry by Donna Lee Marie Balderama
Read 509 times
Written on 2006-06-06 at 16:02
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