The Stories We Tell Ourselves

(The stories we tell ourselves to get to sleep at night.) The lies, the deception whatever it takes to make the skeletons in our closets stay away.

(I am the liar  I am the liar I am the liar) the lies we worship and take into our homes safe under naive covers set a place at the table for deception it's better here where we can see it if the mood strikes but turn your eyes politely away, and just sneak a glance at perfection guilt is shaken off and left at the door beside the shoes and under the coat rack the perfect guest for any occasion manners and grace and p's and q's  (ignore the whispers behind hands and the scent of falsity) be honoured at your close proximity to the worlds biggest and most successful ruse regret and remorse are washed off these hands with a little soap and amnesia And always before bed they kneel and they pray to the generous false gods they choose that they may sleep where they lie.

Author's Note

this is a bit older, so any notes on improvements would be great.