I lie to my friends to make myself look good because of the place I come from. Every time I smile its just a lie to keep sorrows and pain from over coming my emotions. I am also sick of being lied to and people tell lies about me behind my back and try to cover up tracks. Yet I have no room to talk because I have told so many lies to myself and to everyone else. There are some many that they aren't accountable. These lies are piling under all of us.
. Tis is my lie beneath me .
