Lies

• Clarissa Leira, Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2021

Look me in the eye, apply all your conscience, let it fly.
Don't worry young one, I will not decry,
Just promise me, that you will not lie.
The lies always hurt, it's a factor of life,
It will stab you in the back like an extremely large knife,
Your lies are rife, don’t think I don't notice.
Your father and I know that you provoke us,
Ferocious and dark your made up stories are,
For some it might even leave a scar.
Some day not that long away,
We know that you will not be able to stay,
You will run away, and for your parents,
Your father and I, will eventually decay.