diogenes8

I don’t need to hear your truth,
that’s my dad’s gig.
He may have started the school of cynicism,
but I perfected that shit.

Don’t tell me your truth.
Tell me all your lies.

Not just the ones you were planning to tell me anyway,
the ones you tell to strangers.
Tell me the lies you tell to lovers,
to parents,
to children,
to friends,
and most importantly the ones you tell yourself.

Tell me your lies of omission,
your lies to build yourself up,
your lies to tear others down,
and the lies you use to make sense of the world,
the ones that justify your existence.

That Christ fellow died for your sins.
I suppose that was nice of him and all,
but I’ll do you one better.
I’ll believe all your lies,
even the ones that contradict themselves,
and I’ll live with all the consequences.
You’ll never find a better deal than that.