My opinion on the truth; the truth about my opinion – in poem form.
I feel an inclination
call it a social
somewhat moral
obligation
to tell the truth.
I’m not a good liar.
Even if I tried
the truth pounds at me
flashing like a neon sign
by the time I go to speak
too much time has gone by
Besides, I would feel bad
and it’s too much to remember.
I don’t understand
people who lie all the time.
How do they sleep at night?
Omission
isn’t necessarily a lie
it doesn’t become a lie
until you are directly questioned
and you say anything
but the truth.
Telling the truth
Is like being right
I hate to be proven wrong
It happens
I don’t like it
and it’s hard to admit
sometimes.
But I try to apologize
when I should
not because I have to.
It can be pretty hard…
But it makes you tough.
One lie leads to another and another (to cover up the lie you’ve already told). After a while it becomes difficult to remember what you said to whom. It’s much easier to tell the truth, then your story always lines up. 
A very nice writing indeed. Keep it up. Good day.
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