I'm kinda new at this poetry business, doing it for a contest (in real life, bother). Thanks for the CC, it really helps me (instead of just me guessing what was right).
When one asks you a question
And you can't find your voice
You try to make an objection
'cause you can't make a choice
Would a trick be your preferred
Or should your ways be finally deterred?
A duel rages in your head
For when you point the finger
The other would end up dead
And a bad taste would linger.
"I ought've made the latter!"
And give yourself a kicking to the head
It's done, you've chosen, what's the matter?
You created a fiction no apologies can mend
You wonder what would happen
Now that you've birthed a lie
The whole world you've sadden
You lost something hard to come by
Well, who knows? Nobody's a prophet
A lie might cost me an eyebrow
Or an eye might drop out of its socket
But one thing I know now-
It never comes back easy
To this you'd do good to believe me.
