You ask me why I lie?
You ask why I say the things that I say?
Is it because I had a bad day?
This is what I think about as I lay.
But the truth behind the lie is that I don't know why.
I don't mean to hurt you, my love for sill stays true.
It hurts for me to tell the truth so I cry.
But it hurts even more when I have to live
Behind a Lie
Black on Black Arts
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-truth-behind-the-lie/
