Lie Exposed

But you'd said,
That that vase,
The one who
Made who I was?

How it is
To feel, I
Wonder, to
Tell a lie?

Like thongs
Of flame,
Or just
Like a game?

Was I to be
Ridiculed,
And mocked,
Then cured?

About that vase.
Nothing to judge
Was there.
Except a little mud.