Ever since first grade.
I have always heard.
"Always tell the truth".
Yet, as I got older.
It got tougher.
The truth became more intense,
marking a scar in my dignity.
Now I am a teenager.
So as time passes.
The honesty is hard to speak.
I don't want to tell someone I failed a class.
Nor I am not the ideal image of a flat stomach.
Or I have purposely hurt someone's feeling
to gain a minute of popularity.
I hate.
How people say.
"Just say the truth".
But how can I?
When the truth will make me ashamed.
And scratch the perfect image I show everyone.
Yes.
I admit I lie very frequently.
But don't you dare say,
"how bad!"
Cause I can guarantee.
That you feel the same way.
Honestly, honesty is tough.
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A Poetry Book
PoetryA collection of poetry I, @canpotcat, have written over the past 3 years. Basically somewhat like my diary because every poem I wrote was at the moment about how I was feeling and what happened. And just something to know, a couple of the poetry wri...
