To tell the Lie

Lies are kinder than truths, they're softer,
and they often protect us from harm.  
From harming ourselves, from harming others.

But lies are a soft seductive thing, and wrap us up in their roots,
so comfortable at first, like a jacket that fits just right.
But it doesn't because lies aren't right, they're wrong.

The damage they do is slow, almost tender, and seeps in
next to your heart. Constricting you, sapping your essence.

Filling you with guilt and shame and pride,
even convincing you the lie is the truth, or right.

But lies are not right. They are wrong. False. Bad.

But the truth will set you free.