liar, liar;

Mar 18, 2008 - 14:12 PM PST

i've been a liar since birth. the doctors sealed my fate when they said i was due on the 20th. i laughed at them and didn't show up until the 25th. when i was a kid, i had a real problem with exaggerating. i always thought my life should be more interesting than it actually was, i guess. when i was telling a story about what happened at school, i moved facts around. made it all sound a little more dramatic. if someone chased me 15 feet across the school yard, i said it was a mile. i added words into peoples mouth. i changed dates, times, logistics. i always felt i deserved a different, more fanciful life than the one i was given. more and more often lately, i've noticed that the lying has taken over my life. the made up details get mixed in with the facts and form a pool of lies that i must sift through to make out my life. i've found myself lying to everyone that i love. telling them the things i think they want to hear. yes, i went to school today. yes, i smiled at work. no, the kiss didn't mean anything. no, i didn't go to bed with him. i've even started lying about lying. is it really getting me anywhere other than further and further from where i originally started? one of these days, that pool of lies is gonna swallow me whole. and no one will know what really happened.