she's a liar &she knows you'll fall for it

I've faked my way through life, it's not been an easy feat, but it's been a comfortable transition from small fibbing to humongous, life altering, shape shifting lies. It's simple, keep a straight face and don't let your hands fidget much. I suppose it's more of an art of deception than a casual flick at the truth. Honesty never worked too well for me, friendships fall through when you tell a friend she's too needy, relationships crumble when you tell your other half he needs to slow down on the big macs, they're not helping his fitness regime much, I lie for comfort, I lie for my own safety.

So yeah, I'm sitting in this cramped office cube typing away at nothingness. I stare at the screen and muse over the irony that my name tag doesn't even say my own name. I've flitted in so many places, often squandering on other people's gullible ways to just get by, it's not always so straight forward but oh gosh, the rush I feel when someone swallows my sob story, the adrenaline which floods my veins when their eyes start to water and their faces crumple with sympathy, I can't stop myself from shooting my next dosage of lies into the silly sap who stumbles on my path. It's so exhilarating, I think my addiction's a healthy one, no one really gets hurt that much, except the old lady who baked the cookies and couldn't stop crying at my battle wound story [abusive step father, absent mother- gets them all the time].

I'm a good person, I know I am. I haven't ever littered or had a speeding ticket, there's no dead corpses in my boot and neither have a stolen anything which wouldn't be missed much. I'm a good person since I lie for public service, nobody really wants to know the truth really. I'm letting you hear what you want and it's entertainment for some, and a chance for others to sigh of relief at my woes and their fortunate lifestyle. I see the relief which flickers, maybe it's a millisecond thing but I see it. You're happy you're not me. Well, guess what stud? I'm happy you're not me either.

It's all good.

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I don't know who she is, but her voice keeps talking in my head. I had to let her out.