(A short poem I made waaaay back. Somewhat inspired by an awkward incident that happened to me. Enjoy~)
I can tell whether you’re telling the truth or not
You think that you can lie to me, but I’ll hound you until you rot
I know that behind all those pathetic excuses and sickly smiles
The actual truth lies
I’m watching your every step and your actions
I can tell by how you move
That you’re steering me in the wrong direction
And I’ll come after you until I prove
That you’re hiding something
. . .
I know you’re lying.