Deception by omission is a Liar's favorite game
She'll judge you on your drunkenness and promiscuity
Yet hypocritically engaged in infidelity,
Emotionless 'cause anything too deep leads her astray,
Lust is nothing but an exercise in guilty pleasure
To the Liar.
Christianity—or Faith: a Liar's favorite name
She'll judge you on your ignorance or dull naïveté,
Yet hypocritically adopts feigned stupidity,
Innocent, they claim to be, yet surreptitiously
Love is nothing but an insecure stability
To the Liar.
Puritanical judgement is a Liar's favorite aim
She'll judge you on your "goodness," 'cause to her, you'll only leave.
Yet hypocritically allows transgressions to occur,
Careless all the while with a smile on her face
Empathy is nothing but a narcissist's delight
To the Liar.
Social acceptance is a Liar's favorite claim,
She'll judge you on how honestly you tell her you won't go
Yet hypocritically she is the true abandoner
Nothing is worth more to her than futures built on rape
Understanding: nothing but a song to sing in silence
To the Liar.
Motherly compassion is a Liar's favorite gain,
She'll judge you on the influence you have upon her child,
Yet hypocritically she hits herself—inflicted harm.
How can she expect to love when dryness fills her well?
Narcissism: nothing but a sad reality
To the Liar.
Holy matrimony is a Liar's favorite chain,
She'll judge him on how well he lies to her, right to her face.
Yet hypocritically accepts toxicity, abuse.
It's no wonder why she slams her head against the wall
Honesty is nothing but a small inconvenience
To the Liar.
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Anima & Animus
PoetryA collection of prose and poetry from times when my heart was too full or too empty.
