Fifty shades of tired

Pathological Liar

TW// Drugs, Needles, manipulation.

You sit on a throne of lies to make yourself grow taller,

but I see through your falsity and hope for the truth.

I ask a million questions but your words mean nothing if you can't show it and be true.

Each word topples over another and eventually, your phrases stack up to become an empire.

There, at the top, you are crowned "queen of the hour".

A satchel is placed across your torso which also surrounds your neck.

It reads... "Pathological liar",

but they messed up... because it's not in bold letters.

The certificate given to you, says "deceitful and most untruthful."

But you can't take the truth of this award, so you lie to yourself.

Your lies are what the truth looks like to everybody,

except they are dragged through spit and blood with lemon aroma placed on top.

Your sugar is not sweet but salty because of the bitter lies you throw at everyone.

Your lies are beautifully believed because you are so eager to make them meaningful.

But everyone knows your truth is not the real one.

So are those bruises on your arm from him? Or are they the needles?

Now don't lie because I've already gone through the sequel and I know those are lethal.

-n

Backstory- My mom was always a recovering drug addict but I always knew when she relapsed. This part was about how she would continuously lie even though everyone knew the truth about what was happening. Her lies would be believed by some but not by me because I had already been through it time and time again. She eventually ended up passing away of an overdose, and to this day I think I could of done something.

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