This is a speech I gave out in English today:
A lie begins when we part our lips and we let out a false statement made with deliberate intent to deceive others. People do it for many sorts of reasons, and when confronted about it, many of them will just lie again. Very few people actually admit that they have told a lie and feel bad about it.
Lies can lead anyone into trouble most of the time. Some lies are so bad that they can break families apart, or get people fired from their jobs. However, there are also good lies. Like the little white lies we tell others so they won’t feel bad. Even if it’s a good thing sometimes, it’s still a lie.
A long time ago, when I was a child, I decided to avoid lying as much as possible. I didn’t enjoy being scolded or getting a spanking, and furthermore I didn’t enjoy lying to myself. It felt like I was betraying a part of myself every time I did; Like I wasn’t worthy of being trusted. It felt like I was looming over a white piece of paper that was stained with a black splotch of ink that would never erase and I was the one holding the brush. Even now as an adult, I avoid lying as much as possible. It still feels the same whenever I do tell a lie. However, the majority of the time I do tell the truth, even though many people don’t like it. They call me rude and insensitive for it, even after they themselves had asked me “tell me the truth, or is it true?”
There have been many situations that right before I open my mouth to answer a question that I know will get me in trouble; I’ll still end up telling the truth. Usually, right before I open my mouth, there’s a slight pause, and within that pause, two different thoughts pop up. One of them is urging me to lie; to save myself. I feel my body tense up. The thought continues to chant: “lie, lie damn it. You’ll get out of trouble and you’ll save yourself from all the yelling and that obnoxious glance they give afterwards. No one will ever know. The other thought however, whispers, “you’ll know.” At the moment, when I do open my mouth to speak, the truth comes blurting out.
Right after the scolding and the yelling, even after they give me that horrid glance and walk away, it always surprises me that within that split second, all of that was going through my mind. I walk away with a smile on my face, feeling good about telling the truth rather than making up a lie, and having to feel guilty about it later on. It takes courage to tell the truth, and the truth isn’t always easy, but it sure beats the feeling of guilt and having to make more lies to cover up the first one.
I know ill do great in the midterms coming up.
Sorry its taken a while to answer back, I've been real busy, we are putting new tile in the house, and its hard work, plus all the hw, and job interviews. I am tired and stressed lol