Honesty

Honesty is faintly found
A rarity for all
It seems, to tell a little lie,
Perhaps may save the fall.

And so the lies grow more and more
Until there comes a day
When everything one speaks aloud
Is false in some small way.

When one held dear has lied to you
How can you still pretend?
For liars trick the shrewdest ones
And hurt the best of friends.