Thursday, June 3, 2010

Confessions of a Compulsive Liar

Sometimes it's like
I don't even know myself.
The lies and the truth
Get so entangled
I don't know what's fact or fiction anymore.
And sometimes I know when I lie
But I'm conflicted.
Is it better to protect the ones you love
Or have them protect you?
Who am I anyway?
I'm not even sure anymore.
How much of the life I remember
Is true?
And how much of it did I make myself believe?
Is my life real or created
In my own head?
Fabricated by lies
And deceit
In order to gain...
Look where that's gotten me.
So go the ramblings
Of a compulsive liar
On the fritz


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