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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=513502" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>She'd Lie</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">She'd lie<br>Without cause or reason<br>Don't ask me why<br>Every chance she got she'd lie<br>It was pitiful really<br>A small exaggeration first<br>Only to be magnified <br>And wound into an elegant fraud<br>To be like Them<br>I wouldn't get mad<br>I was simply bewildered<br>They say to tell the truth is easier<br>But too ordinary for her I suppose<br>Not grand enough and so<br>The People wore clothes by Ralph Lauren<br>And all of their children went to Penn<br>And she'd rubbed elbows<br>With Who, What, Where, and When<br>Some names were dropped to emphasis this point<br>So that you'd know she was the square peg<br>In the square hole<br>Except she'd lie<br>Did it really matter what car they drived? <br>Or that they lived in Century Heights? <br>The longer I'd listen the sadder I became<br>For I could see she'd told so many lies<br>In her mind she'd become who she wanted to be<br>Forget that these were made up tales she told<br>And that she'd really grown up in <br>A house with rat holes<br>And if that were not sad enough<br>She did not know I was looking down on her<br>Instead of up</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Written by Sara Fielder © 2011</div><div style="margin:10px 0">NOTE: This poem was written about my mother.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Sara+Fielder">Sara Fielder</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=513502" data-title="She'd Lie de Sara Fielder" data-description="She'd lie Without cause or reason Don't ask me why Every chance she got she'd lie It was pitiful really A small exaggeration first Only to be magnified And wound into an elegant fraud To be like Them I wouldn't get mad I was simply bewildered The..."></div> </div> </div>
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