Judges

I may have meant exactly what I said
Or maybe not. You never can be sure
Even when you hear it repeatéd
Amid assurances that it is pure.
I might be honest or I might be lying;
For each assumption equally might suit.
Since if I'm false then I'm false in denying
That falsehood, and I might as well be mute.
How can you tell what you should think of me?
Look in your heart, and see what you can find.
There if you doubt my truth and honesty
With even just a sliver of your mind,
Declare me false. But if, as I may trust,
You find no such, then think that I am just.