Lies Hurt (an acrostic poem)

Little white ones are okay

If you don’t want to bruise their feelings, right?

Even if you should be honest, face it

So many more times they edge towards they gray

 

Here is the true balancing act

Until you find where the white gets dirty

Really you are golden

Then you finally cross that line, and you did, didn’t you?

 

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