Little White Lies

Instead of counting down the seconds of my life, I count another thing instead. Lies. My lies. The ones I am currently living. The first few role off my tongue easily, like I have thought of them millions of times. Which I guess I have. They begin to flow from my mind, coming in the usual order. 1) my name is Skye Wilder. Lie 2) I'm 18 years old. Lie 3) I live with my uncle. Lie 4) my parents died in a car crash. Lie 5) I have ADHD. Lie 6) I have brown hair. Lie 7) I'm an only child. Lie 8) I was born in California. Lie 9) I have a sorta boyfriend/fling back home. Lie 10) I'm a natural Human Being. Lie The list continues to spill out as I remind myself. You're different. This is not real. Stop pretending you can adapt to this habitat. You will have to leave soon. You're not them. And you never will be.