A Lie

 
Often do I show myself
but never as I ought
for I’m revealed through people
who say I’m what I’m not
 
I creep into the minds of those
with purest of intention
I’m now allowed inside their head
despite their past prevention
 
The door is open, I’m inside
I’ll fester like a sore
unless you find a way to beat
me at my very core
 
My core is made of truth, you see
though this is little known
I need the truth to twist around
I can’t exist alone
 
 
Now that you think you know me
and think you know my cure
you think you understand me
but are you really sure?
                                                   
 
                                                   Salt & Light Global
                     
 
 
Poem by Christi Lilleboe