Poem Lies and secrets

Call me this, call me that, Lie about this, lie about that, But we all know your wicked knack, For twisting truths, painting black. Secrecy’s cloak you tightly wear, Lies and addiction, a tangled snare. Love for the rush, the fleeting high, Blinds you to truths that cannot lie. When hand is in hand with deceit, Your words ring hollow, incomplete. The truth will surface, mark my plea, Exposing your duplicity. Lies, secrets, addiction’s hold, A heavy burden, a story untold. But the weight will break, the façade will fade, Leaving scars where trust once played.