What We Tell Ourselves (title)

I tell a lot of awful stories.
Almost all of them are true.
Does it matter that all of them
came before I'd heard of you?

I know that I can only save myself.
That's not exactly breaking news.
But is it so wrong to be grateful
that someone says they want to help?

This old world surely turns
on unquestioned assumptions,
lessons we refuse to learn,
and lies we choose to believe.

I’ll believe the sweet lies you say,
because I need a little hope anyway.