Telling lies.

What is it about a lie that disgusts you?
Is it how you weren't able to see through me and you thought that only you knew.
Parts of me that no one else could even reach?
And how now, our car has halted at a dead end with a long screech?
Or was it how you lost the game before it even began,
I beat you to the finish line even before you ran?
How juvenile are you to point a finger at me!
Don't you know it's necessary to lie to keep our sanities?
If I tell you the truth, the differences will come out.
The 'other' is always intimidating and it repeatedly beckons doubt.
Violence, anger and shame.
I don't want these adjectives assigned to my name.
So to protect you and I from the miseries of the world.
I'd spin and spin the truth until my fork is twirled.
In lies that may eventually become the truth.
If it hurts you so much I'd pour you some vermouth.
But never would I stop lying to save the day.
A lie isn't a lie if you don't get to know about it today.