The lies you tell yourself
so you can lie to others
a never ending circle
no truth in sight
The words repeated so often
they begin to sound like truth
but only to those who
do not know you
For those who do they know
it is not possible
for you to tell the truth
about even the smallest things
You every waking moment lived
is a lie waiting to be told
you believe it
but I never did
Deborah Horton Writing 