When I was younger, I read a poem in a schoolbook that I cannot find
anywhere on the Internet now. I think it might have been by E. E.
Cummings. It is only about two sentences, and while I remember the
gist of it, I want to know for certain who it is by and what the exact
text is. I don't think I could possibly have imagined the poem, but
searches for the text give me nothing and I went through an extensive
list of E. E. Cummings poems with no luck. The following is not the
exact text of the poem but should be very close:

When I was young, I spread my lies like flowers to the sun
Now I will wilt into the truth.

Yes, it's rather dark; this just stuck with me as an artifact from my
youth for some reason. I know Cummings wrote almost exclusively in
lowercase, and I really cannot remember if capitals were used in this
or not.