I lied.

I’m sorry that I lied,

But I don’t know another way to live.

I lie all the time.

I lie to my friends,

My family,

Strangers,

Myself.

Sometimes it starts out as the truth,

But than my truth changes,

And I don’t know who I am without the past,

So I pretend it still exists in the present.

I’m smart,

Funny,

Talented,

Confident…

See how nicely it fits?

If a recipe is perfect why change it?

I lie about feeling happy,

I lie about feeling confident,

I lie about being put together,

Or I’ll just manipulate the truth.

I lie about who I am,

So everyone will think that I’m the girl,

I wish I was.