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?