Lies

You don't get it, do you?
After all this time,
Year after year,
You ask me to do your rhyme.

I've heard lies
Those that are ridiculous.
If they were true,
You know they'd be dangerous.

You're not affected by stories
Which you claim to be true.
No emotional distress,
No issues too big to chew.

So, if you insist on acting
And telling lies as you do,
I'll wait,
Until someone gives you your cue.

Your need for attention,
I don't understand.
Is it spontaneous
Or something panned?

I just can't trust your lies,
The truth for you, is something that hides.