By suggesting that he believes the young poet is too individualistic .
Answer:
<em>The truth doesn't cost anything, but a lie could cost everything.</em>
<em>- Unknown</em>
The wind whistled in [name]'s ears. He could hear his voice rising louder above the noise as he tried to explain his way out of yet another lie. "But, mom-" "[character's full name], you have to stop telling so many lies! Don't you regret any of this?" his mother sighed exasperatedly. "I- I'm sorry..." "Just like all those other times...!" [Name]'s mother looked him squarely in the face, her eyes faintly wettening. "It's just that - I didn't wanna get in trouble. I mean, I <em>never </em>want to get in trouble-" "And that's why you keep lying." His mother sighed again. "[Name], if you spend all your life trying to get out of trouble instead of keeping yourself from getting <em>in</em>to trouble, who knows how many lies you'll tell? It'll just keep getting worse and worse."
[Name] sighed as he walked towards the town, the mountain air somehow not making him feel any better. He really didn't want to lie- but it was such a hard habit for him to break. It seemed as if for every lie he told, three more came after it, only for him to get in trouble for something else to avoid getting punished for what he actually did- and the cycle continued. It was a never-ending cycle of lies, lies, and more lies.
