A Confession

It ended the way it began, reminding me,
that a lie can never be true nor it can be made into one;
I have no idea why I wanted that lie to be a reality,
Not even the least, but I simply hoped it could be done.

Unlike myself, a lie is never single,
one-by-one it grew into many, as if a chain reaction;
I tried making true each of the lies,
Succeeded in every lie, except the one.

I still hoped, one day, she would be mine,
then, all the lies told to them, could be excused;
That I could really make my love story true,
a story written by them and lived in my dreams.

There came a day, I could take it no more,
But everything had changed and I could not go back;
The lie was still a lie and she can never be mine,
I had to end the love story with another lie, fooling myself.

Now all that love story has ended,
I feel guilty of that one lie, the one I told them,
The one I tried making true and bitterly failed,
But I can never confess it to them, I fear I may lose them too.