Lies are the Liars' Truth

Dear journal,


Real eyes realize real lies.

I have come to know recently about this person who is fond of fabricating stories. She twists events to favor her so that she'd be free from blame. She has this guts of an untamed monkey who confronts people all the time. At first, she seems so innocent, for her head is covered and you cannot see her horns. But once she starts talking, all the filth comes with such force it shocks you.

Some people know her to be this ever helpful and so efficient worker. But little do they know that she chooses those whom she helps. She has two sides in her that is so apparent especially when she hasn't been on her third break. I respected her, for she's old, but i realized that even old people should work for respect, too. All of us are on the same playing field when it comes to this, I believe.

I hate people who tell lies like it is the most natural thing in the world. They find convenience in not telling the truth. They hear one thing, and convey it as if a new book has been written; the edited version though is pretty convincing because they are good. Years of practice made them masters of their craft. I tell lies as well, but I don't make it a hobby and it's definitely not a pleasure.

Lies can make mountains move and command oceans to divide into two. It can create hostilities and bogus peace, and make men turn against themselves. If you live in lies, you'll continue to live in dreams and never wake up. Once the lies are dropped, you might find yourself naked and vulnerable; insecurities will crawl in your bed and suffocate you until you finally admit to yourself that you haven't been true.


And so I am certain: Lies are the liars' truth.




Remember, lightning could strike the liars, too...