Tuesday, May 10, 2011

I Was Wrong

To be accomplished liars we must lie to ourselves
Before we're believed by somebody else.
Beginning with small deceptions along the way,
We carefully craft what we think and say.

We can hide from the truth, but it won't die
No matter how hard we may earnestly try
To pretend our history wasn't our own,
And that, in our fantasies, we feel at home.

The most important words are, "I was wrong
To betray the trust for which you long."
No excuses, put my old ways away,
And in the present commit to stay.

To give myself over to the tasks
That create a bond of trust that will last,
And every day to awake to see
The best in you and be the best me.

But this is not what liars do
We convince ourselves we're glad to be through
With the work and challenges partnerships take;
We congratulate ourselves on making the break.

What do we think is to be our end
When we are left with not one friend
Who knows our hearts and helps us to be,
From our lies to ourselves, finally free?

Our Own Hell

Some of us cannot ever feel free
Until we are faced with being lonely,
Not anyone to tell us what to do,
And the people who care are only a few.

At first we want to celebrate;
All our whims no longer have to wait.
Then we pine for loving arms to hold
When we're no longer feeling so bold.

In the end, those who constantly rebel
Enter their own versions of hell,
Where the only thing we see is ourselves,
And in this prison we eternally dwell.

We must look to others to really see
All that we are meant to be.
But if from community we turn away,
We'll forever in our own hell stay.