When the Lies Became Truth

When I wanted to be desired,
     I made myself unavailable,
Those who were attracted did not see the truth,
Those not interested were sometimes inquisitive,
When I’d spit out a lie and spun it out with proof.
I’d play coy seemingly reserved and quiet,
But inside I was a riot of lust and wordplay,
Much to their surprise their eyes lit up,
When I’d make them smile with elusive display.
“Oh you write poems?” they’d ask curiously,
As the anger played out like profound heartache,
“I try” I’d say bashful and shy averting my eyes,
With a twister inside ready for an outbreak.
I was stuck in a paradox inside an open box,
When the lies became truth tactless and uncouth,
But it was a game I played without moral aim,
When I was a stubborn and cantankerous youth.