If There Was an Award for the Best Liar I Would Win It Hands Down

I 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.

Reviews

[~*~Peace Keeper~*~]

I think everyone can relate to this some way or another...it is hard to open up with those around us at times, which is sad since people need someone to talk things out with. I think everyone has said that they are okay when in fact they have many things on their mind that they wished would either go away or could talk about it. Anyway it sounds good the way you wrote it.

Good Job

[Lyn Anderson]

I really love your writing. Your feelings laid out on the page - it works the way it is, but could also work more broken up OR as a prose piece. Either or.

[Laura Harrison]

Thank you so much, it means a lot to me :)