Lying.
I'm good at lying. In fact, I'm amazing at it.
But, it's difficult to be happy when consumed by guilt. It's difficult to be happy when everything you say is disregarded because you lie, even when it's true.
I didn't mean to say it, the lie that changed everything, but I did. Now, I have to face the consequences, but how can you redeem yourself if no one allows you too.
At the time, the lie was about attention, a fire inside myself screaming to be seen and I broke. This lie was greater then any other I had ever told.
I told the truth, but they couldn't believe. They didn't call me a liar. All they said was that I misinterpreted it the first time, imagined it the second, and even though she says she believe me with the third I know the truth. If she did, the fear wouldn't be there. If she did, the sadness and numbness would disappear.
But lying does awful things.
And while I'm a victim, no one would no. Because lying changed everything.
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If y'all read this, it's a little piece of fiction I put together to showcase any other pieces of writing.
I originally wanted to put it as a one-shot, but I decided against it with the thought that it doesn't have much to it.
Tell me what y'all think. I'm always curious for feed back.