Liar Liar

A Story by nikki.s.

pants on fire.

It's funny that you call me a liar. When everything about you is a carefully crafted mask. Sometimes you would change them and I would think I saw the man underneath. I never did, you could read me like a book, but I never read you. I tried but it was just another lie. Our life a neverending game of charades that no one wins. You gave me duplicity and expected complicity. Neither I or my mask was enough, you wanted to add your mark on me. Soon you crafted another mask on top of my own, but something took root underneath to match you. Desperately I yanked your masks off as you watched in the mirror. There seemed to be no end and nothing left underneath. How does a face just disappear?

As I take my face back I sing "liar, liar pants on fire. I lit your masks on fire. Your lies were never me."

I can, at last, see me in the mirror.