It is easier to tell someone the truth when you cant see their face. I know that’s true. Those are words of an experienced liar, And it takes one to know one. Lies are my first instinct, always. Sometimes I can’t even help it. They just slip out of my mouth, Even when I really try. “Liar, liar, liar,” The voices in my head whisper. “Liar. Coward. Worthless no-good moron,” The voices hiss. I’ve told so maybe lies I don’t even know what the truth is anymore. Because sometimes a voice in me says: “No! No, I try my best to be honest, To be kind, To be enough for the people I love.” But is that just what I need to hear? Is that just what I tell myself, To get through? Or is it the pretty little monsters that are lying? I don’t know. I want to believe that all my lies are forgivable, That maybe I am worth it. But how can I, When I don’t trust myself? How can I, When all I do is lie?