Written By Arwa Rampurawala (Grade 8)

A lie may be pretty,
But not elegant,
It is pumped up with a sense of false reassurance.

A lie is like a smile that does not reach the eye,
It is as shallow as can be,
Unlike the truth, it is not deep.

A lie is to cheat,
It is to trick and deceit,
It is a false pleasure,
that ignorant humans treasure.

A lie is like paint on a wall,
Cracks and stains it covers all,

But one day the truth will be out,
Maybe a slip from the mouth,

The paint will then start peeling back,
It will take years to paint it back.

Featured Image Courtesy – Workplace Pyschology

Hey, I'm Arwa a thirteen-year-old bibliophile, procrastinator and aspiring journalist. Passionate about writing short stories and poems which often express my moods and expressions. Found my Ikigai in dancing :)



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