Donating Lies

My emotions expressed on paper: When people keep lying to fulfill their agendas and you know the truth but can't do anything to stop it.

Tell me what I don't already know,
Don't tell me lies that will unfold. 
I've grown weary of stories told
Becoming none but lies that grow.

It sickens me to hear the lies
Of matters that wear a disguise, 
Of matters that hold a great prize. 
Spare me of your purposeless tries.

The truth is but simply simple;  
An attempt to hide your wrinkles
That dwarf large canyons. The twinkle
In your eyes is the truth's temple.   

                                                     
Thanks for your generosity. 
I'll cherish the truth modestly,
Whilst you destroy in self-preservation, 

while I will await your declaration.

Author's Note

any comments on where i could do better in terms of diction?
I would also gladly answer any questions

Reviews

[HayleyRJ]

Was this poem a personal poem or was it more of an abstract thought? I enjoyed reading it and just wanted to know more about the background. I sense anger at some parts and then it briefly fades, there are such a mix of emotions. I really enjoyed it.

[Junaid Siddiqui]

Sorry for the late reply. It was a mix of both. I found it strange that people lie compulsively even when they know that you know the truth.
I've often heard that two things are never hidden for long; the sun and the truth so this poem uses that as the abstract angle and a personal experience for putting it on paper.