There are no pretty lies

There are no pretty lies

Little white ones

Meant to convey

What?

Who gets hurt

And who does not

When the truth is told

How much harder

When you get old

To pretend

It was better

Than a beating

With a leather belt

You knew how it felt

To be sent to bed

Whilst the family

Ate dinner

Did it make you a sinner

In your eyes

It is better to avoid

A cold hard truth

Than risk goodbye

Better yet than

Make a loved one cry

Who are you protecting

When in truth

You are projecting

Your own fears

On the ones you love

Without

Giving them the chance

To choose

To excuse

Or refuse

The option of forgiveness

When it is easy

Before the damage

Has been compounded

The truth has been confounded

In a fanciful disguise

Open the curtain

It is almost certain

There are no more

Pretty lies.