We are all liars to some extent

Compulsive

Manipulative

Liars

 

I know I lie

Every day

That I tell the world that I am okay

I lie with every picture that I take

The smile

As if I’m happy

The laugh

As if I know laughter

 

The posts of how I’m studying hard

Hiding the fear I have of failing

 

You

You lie

With every breath that you tell me you love me

Because how could you

When you do not know me

 

You lie

When you tell me not to worry

Because I see the fear in your very eyes

 

They lie

They lie when they tell you that life is easy

Yet their pillows hold that secrets that they fail to share

Saturated with the tears they do not speak of

 

I apologize because although I do not wish to be

I am a fraud

I forgive you because although I know in my heart that

You mean me no harm

You are a fraud

I cry for them

because they are unaware

They are frauds

 

But if we are all liars

If we are all frauds in our own regard

 

Then aren’t we all just telling the truth?