Why lie

Why lie,

It’s so insignificant, I can’t understand why you’d do it. 
And yet I ask you directly and you can’t tell me the truth. 

I know that you’re lying, but if I push, it’s a fight. 
The things you lie about aren’t important, and yet that makes the lie worse. 
Worse because you won’t see why it matters, 

And I can’t explain why it does. 

But it burns, when you lie. 
I can feel it. 
And anger, that the person I have no option but to trust, 

Would lie to me about something, so insignificant.  

I just,

Why lie.