She'd Lie
She'd lie
Without cause or reason
Don't ask me why
Every chance she got she'd lie
It was pitiful really
A small exaggeration first
Only to be magnified
And wound into an elegant fraud
To be like Them
I wouldn't get mad
I was simply bewildered
They say to tell the truth is easier
But too ordinary for her I suppose
Not grand enough and so
The People wore clothes by Ralph Lauren
And all of their children went to Penn
And she'd rubbed elbows
With Who, What, Where, and When
Some names were dropped to emphasis this point
So that you'd know she was the square peg
In the square hole
Except she'd lie
Did it really matter what car they drived?
Or that they lived in Century Heights?
The longer I'd listen the sadder I became
For I could see she'd told so many lies
In her mind she'd become who she wanted to be
Forget that these were made up tales she told
And that she'd really grown up in
A house with rat holes
And if that were not sad enough
She did not know I was looking down on her
Instead of up
Written by Sara Fielder © 2011
NOTE: This poem was written about my mother.
poem by Sara Fielder
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