Confrontation is inevitable,
For eyes always seek the truth in others
Even as they reveal their own secrets.
And so, the dreaded comes to pass.
"I can't help but notice, my dear,
You are acting very... different when he's near.
Could it be, perchance, that you view him
As something more? Just a whim!"
Cue the insipid giggles of people who believe
In tales with unicorns and charming princes.
Yes, confrontation is inevitable,
But easy to handle- I simply lie.
I laugh out loud, boisterously,
With just a hint of derision to settle it-
"Him? We are just really good friends!
He is no Prince Charming,
No matter what he pretends-
Why, the very insinuation!"
The truest skill for survival,
Is lying through your teeth.