What is a lie but truth concealed,
protecting you until you’re better healed?
There is beauty in truth, or so they say,
but what good is that to me these days?
And I am an old pro at spinning the fiction
it’s all about confidence and excellent diction,
looking in the eyes and not all over the place,
breathing controlled, speech at steady pace.
And one last piece, your own reasons why.
When truth is too hard, what else is left to try?