Lies. I hate them. They make me cry, they make me rage, and they make me age. That's true, not because it rhymed. Because it's fact. Every time I hear a lie my heart aches. I hate lies. I hate people who lie. It's hard to love someone who will do anything to score some cash. Lies make me want to yell the truth. Whenever I hear someone lie or share a lie, I want to yell at them.
"That's not true! Don't buy it! Don't feed it!"
But I can't. I can't lash out at others who lie because I won't stoop to their level. And what of those who believe lies? It's not their fault they're sheep being led to slaughter. They didn't make the lies, they were only gullible enough to believe them.
Every time I hear a lie. Any lie. I have to reel myself in and ignore. The truth always comes out. Even when you try to hide it. I know that those who hide the truth will only crumble when the truth bursts through the walls they build around it.
"Lies run sprints, but truth runs marathons." Michael Jackson.
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Vent Writing
Short StoryWhat is vent writing? It's writing without a particular character. Writing without a particular story. It can be a poem. It can be anything you write that centers around your emotions. Perhaps an indirect letter to someone. Just anything that gets...
