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The Soul of a Conscious Compulsive Liar

Today again, I lied Didn’t want to but I had to hide Deceit, it’s wrong I know Unintentional the lie just flowed “Good God fix it” he says I want to, but I have no ways Another lie, cold sweat and terror sways Better to just run away “No! You won’t grow” he yelled An empty aid, too old Alright tomorrow then, I told I lied to myself, that’s gold Morning comes, today again I lied

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Damned I-Be

Date: 1/2/2022 8:26:00 AM

A liar is short-lived! Though there are some cunning ones out there. Well done on your writing.

Jury Vassilli Arciba
Date: 1/2/2022 10:04:00 PM

Thanks

Craig Bowden

Date: 1/2/2022 4:58:00 AM

I always found lying to be hard work. You have to keep remembering what you said and to whom you said it. I enjoyed this.

Jury Vassilli Arciba
Date: 1/2/2022 7:54:00 AM

Thanks, I couldn't agree more with lying being a hardwork, after all making things right after a lie is hard, even admitting the lie takes lots of courage. Must be tough for those people who believes their own lie and lie just like they breathe, I'm sure they're lost as to who they are.