Lies

Every night I sit

 To think.

Of everything

 I’ve done,

Nothing real

Seems to come to mind

Because I live  

A set of constant lies.

 

I lie.

To my friends,

To my family,

To myself,

To everyone.

 

It happens

Ever so frequently,

I get lost in my lies.

 

The truth is something

I can’t live with.

 Through lies

I can be whomever.

 

I could be me,

Or I could be her,

I could be whoever I chose.

 

The truth is ugly.

No one really wants it.

Though we say we do.

It seems we are better off

Without it.

 

Lies come and go.

A hurtful truth

Never lets you go.

 

All in all,

What I hate most:

Is being lied too.