{"id":3983,"date":"2026-05-20T15:25:49","date_gmt":"2026-05-20T15:25:49","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/alasca-black.com\/?p=3983"},"modified":"2026-05-20T15:25:49","modified_gmt":"2026-05-20T15:25:49","slug":"the-boy-and-the-lie","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/alasca-black.com\/de\/the-boy-and-the-lie\/","title":{"rendered":"The Boy and the Lie"},"content":{"rendered":"

The Boy and the Lie (for young readers)<\/strong><\/p>\n

There once was a boy who wore a lie
\nLike a mask he held up high.
\nHe’d tell untruths and for a while
\nThey’d hide his face, they’d make him smile.<\/p>\n

“I’ll tell a lie,” he’d say, “and then
\nFor just one moment, it might bend
\nThe truth I’m too afraid to speak\u2014
\nThe truth I hide for every week.”<\/p>\n

He knew his lies were thin and weak,
\nThat others saw right through his sneak.
\nBut as long as they would stop their chase,
\nHe was satisfied to hide his face.<\/p>\n

The boy was scared\u2014he had no guts
\nTo open up his hidden cuts.
\nHe knew the truth would hurt to tell,
\nSo in his lies he chose to dwell.<\/p>\n

But here’s the lie he told himself:
\n“They buy my story from the shelf.”
\nHe didn’t see their silent stare
\nMeant, “We know you’re not being fair,
\nBut we respect that you won’t share.”<\/p>\n

He didn’t want to speak his fears,
\nThe challenges he’d carried years.
\nHe had no courage just to be
\nThe person he was meant to be.<\/p>\n

Society said, “Do this, do that,
\nAnd you’ll be happy, you’ll be fat
\nWith all the things that make life great.”
\nSo he pretended not to hate
\nThe path they chose to set as fate.<\/p>\n

But lies don’t grow you\u2014that’s the truth.
\nThey keep you stuck inside your booth.
\nAt first they help, they get you by,
\nBut soon they make you want to cry.
\nYou say you’ve won, you say you’ve grown,
\nBut really you are all alone.<\/p>\n

He feared to fail\u2014oh how he feared!
\nAnd so his failure reappeared.
\nFear felt like something he should hold,
\nLike armour made of foolish gold.<\/p>\n

Time stood still, but still he grew
\nIn years, but not in what he knew.
\nHe saw the others pass him by\u2014
\nThey reached their dreams, they touched the sky.
\nHe told himself, “I don’t want that,”
\nBut that was just another pat
\nOn his own back for staying small\u2014
\nAnother lie, another wall.<\/p>\n

He looks at them, then looks at him\u2014
\nThe mirror shows a face grown dim.
\nHe doesn’t see their faces there,
\nBut his own face is hard to bear.
\nHe stares and stares but can’t connect
\nWith who he sees\u2014it’s not correct.
\nHe doesn’t know the boy who stares,
\nSo he looks away, pretends he cares.<\/p>\n

He wonders if there is a way
\nTo start again, to kneel and pray,
\nTo kill the lie that grew so deep,
\nThe seed that would not let him sleep.<\/p>\n

For everything that grows and thrives
\nHas someone working\u2014someone drives
\nThe dream, the hope, the daily grind.
\nAnd in that truth, he starts to find
\nThat he’s a part of this same game,
\nBut lied that he was not the same.<\/p>\n

I want to grow, the boy now cries,
\nI want another chance\u2014a prize
\nOf forgiveness for my backward ways,
\nFor all my lost and wasted days.
\nI tried to do it my own way,
\nTo see if I could make it pay
\nWithout the work, without the strain,
\nWithout the effort, without the pain.<\/p>\n

But even kings upon their thrones,
\nWith all their jewels, with all their tones,
\nHad something that they had to do\u2014
\nA truth that cuts me right in two.<\/p>\n

The things he thought were lies before
\nWere truths he wouldn’t see\u2014and more,
\nHe wonders why the world can’t see
\nThat he just wants to simply be.
\nTo be himself, to laugh, to live,
\nWithout a thing he has to give.<\/p>\n

It’s not that there is no reply\u2014
\nThe answer’s there, up in the sky.
\nHe just won’t take it, won’t accept
\nThe truth he’s kept and kept and kept.<\/p>\n

So where does that leave him today?
\nWhy should he feel ashamed to say
\nThe thoughts that fill his head with wonder,
\nWhile those who judge just pull him under?<\/p>\n

He’s not a bad kid\u2014no, not him.
\nPerhaps a little lazy, dim.
\nBut mostly just a boy who hates
\nTo live the way they say is great.<\/p>\n

He’s just a kid who wants to be\u2014
\nSimply, purely, truly free.<\/p>\n

The Lesson<\/p>\n

The boy is learning day by day
\nThat lies will never find a way
\nTo make you grow or make you strong\u2014
\nThey keep you where you don’t belong.<\/p>\n

The truth is hard, the truth is tough,
\nBut truth is also strong enough
\nTo set you free, to help you stand,
\nTo take your life into your hand.<\/p>\n

So if you know this boy at all\u2014
\nIf you have stared against that wall\u2014
\nRemember this: it’s not too late
\nTo choose the truth and change your fate.<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

The Boy and the Lie (for young readers) There once was a boy who wore a lie Like a mask he held up high. He’d tell untruths and for a while They’d hide his face, they’d make him smile. “I’ll tell a lie,” he’d say, “and then For just one moment, it might bend The…<\/p>","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[44],"tags":[46],"class_list":["post-3983","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poems","tag-poems"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/alasca-black.com\/de\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3983","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/alasca-black.com\/de\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/alasca-black.com\/de\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/alasca-black.com\/de\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/alasca-black.com\/de\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3983"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/alasca-black.com\/de\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3983\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3984,"href":"https:\/\/alasca-black.com\/de\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3983\/revisions\/3984"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/alasca-black.com\/de\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3983"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/alasca-black.com\/de\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3983"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/alasca-black.com\/de\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3983"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}