Tuesday, July 1, 2014

Liar!

While just sitting on her bed, dressed in only underwear she felt naked, yet she was still lying. Slowly pulling off her fake nails, one by one, her tears fell all over her crossed legs. One by one she angrily threw them at the wall, as the last one fell to the ground she hastily removed her new padded bra that instantly helped her to lie about her boobs every time she wore it. Heaving it across the room she finally felt naked enough to convince herself she’d removed all evidence of lies. Unfortunately for her she was forgetting the biggest lie of them all.

I’m a liar she realised, slowly putting down the teacup. I am a liar. All her faults and problems and lies came crashing down on her and suddenly the tears were running over all her issues, as if to wash them away or to cleanse her, but sadly nothing seemed it would ever help her get rid of what she’d done.