I Never Will, But . . .

Sometimes, I need to write a piece of poetry because I need to let the feelings out. This poem talks of how I have to coat my words so I don't hurt everyone around me.

I know I have to say thank you to Aunt Gertrude for the ugly shirt she gave me for Christmas. I must thank my grandparents for the book they bought me, the one I absolutely hate. Those are fibs that are sometimes difficult to figure out how to say or write. But the worst is all the little lies I have to tell my friends. "Yes, that new dress looks so ... uh, so you! It's just perfect."

This poem is about telling those kinds of "gentle lies." I'll never stop coating the truth in kindness, but sometimes, it's nice to write when something really irritates you, like this.

I Never Will, But . . .

Sometimes, I think it would be better

To be more truthful than nice.

At least I think I should try.


All tied up in ribbons, the ones of polite,

I'd step from my Christmas wrappings,

And I bet I'd surprise them.


Though my friends wouldn't think

That I possibly could. . .

They think I'm angelically sweet,


And I guess that they're right

The rest of the time.

I don't think I really could . . .


But, wouldn't it shock them?

Oh, wouldn't they scream?

If for once I said what I thought?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~