A Poem, The Liar

The Liar
I felt the need.
I had to lie.
They were talking,
And I needed in.
The face in the rain water puddle
Told me I had to join in.
Told, whispered, threatened,
Mocked, jeered, and baited
Me to continue.

They don’t know his face.
They could never feel his locked gaze,
And cold smirk.
They get away with it,
But I answer to him.
The face in the puddle
That returns when the pool is filled
Telling, whispering, threatening, mocking, jeering and baiting.
…and so I lied again.