If There Was an Award for the Best Liar I Would Win It Hands DownA Poem by Laura HarrisonI told my first lie when I was 7 years old; I told my mother that my sister had broken her antique vase when it was really me And from that day, the lies started to slip from my lips as easily as soap slides out of your hand. When the teachers at school asked me if I was being bullied, I told them no, While my tormentor was miming insults to me in the background And when my parents found out that I used to self-harm and told me never to do it again, I held the blade behind my back as a substitute for crossing my fingers And whenever I smiled, that was a lie too. Now months down the line, I tell everyone that I’m ok, that I have recovered And I have, really; It no longer feels like it takes all of my muscles to smile And when my parents ask me if I still self-harm, I mean it when I say “no” But when it’s dark and I have just my thoughts for company A sudden sadness engulfs me; I lie there and I just feel so empty, like my soul has been lifted out of my body And I get an urge to pick up that toxic blade and end it all. So I guess that being ok is the best lie that I ever told So good, I even started to believe it myself. © 2013 Laura HarrisonReviews
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22 Reviews Added on December 17, 2013 Last Updated on December 18, 2013 AuthorLaura HarrisonAshton-under-Lyne, Greater Manchester, United KingdomAboutMy name is Laura, I am 25 and I write poetry to understand life. more..Writing
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