Dear Liars,
Who do you think you are to twist these stories? You open your mouth and all that comes out are fabrications. One word after another, sentence after sentence…but in actuality, it’s just one story followed by another. Do you ever stop to wonder who you’re hurting or do you even care? Is there a conscience inside you; from what I can tell, there can’t be.
I want to know, have you forgotten about the line of morality? When children are young, they are taught to never even tell a white lie. Did you miss those lessons, were your ears not open, or did it they just escape you?
Do your stories, these lies; do they start out innocent, minor? Are they never supposed to grow or do you tell so many that you have to create bigger ones to cover your ass?
You say your lies are to protect others from getting hurt; you think just because they might not fully comprehend the truth, that they don’t deserve to know it. Or is that you think they can’t handle it? So you make up these stories, you wrap them around the necks of those you can’t look in the eyes and say straight up what the hell’s going on. Do you realize that your discrepancies kill apart of you and those that you’ve infected with them? Can you honestly say that you don’t care…honesty, now that’s a novel thought.
Do you have a book that helps you keep track of what you told who, or can you keep it all straight in your head? Or do you just keep building on things until you don’t even know up from down? Have you lost yourself in these stories you create, do you even know who you are anymore? Can you remember where you are and where you came from, or is it all just one big blur?
They say we have the freedom of speech, I wonder if this what they meant?
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