A Liar's Note

I stand in a place that condemns me. Do you know how hard it is to breathe? I see smiles but I feel nothing but rage. It is outside. I feel it in my skin — accusations floating everywhere. Sideway glances, all to look for something — proof of anything that could add up to condemnation. I wonder what good could it do. I lie and lie and I admit. I never said I didn’t though no question arises from 8 billion and more. None.

It is unlikely for a liar to pray for honesty. Behind whatever good the intention of the act is, a liar knows how unworthy he is of one. But then he can still hope for a soul made to be unconditionally honest even to someone like him. For only a soul like that will make sense. A liar cannot be made guilty of a lie he didn’t do just because the world shuns him of being.

Liar. A word that echoes in silence. Anything repeatedly told depreciates its value, that said. But then maybe not. I have to disagree. Gossip, they are repeatedly told over and over but does it? Why is it not devalued? Not by everyone but by most. I hear nonsense but groups bond by it. A liar believes it is thicker than blood soon be, if not now.

A liar hears pleasure in laughter over cups of coffee. There is coffee sold everywhere, people buy it. A liar used to love every sip of it, but he said it tastes different now. For every laughter he heard made it bitter. A point came, everything he loved was made unconsumable. He feels bloodshed as names are thrown and flashed out by those who raised it an hour before. A liar witnesses how good is murdered every day. For killing is still killing even in proxy. A witness he should be but a liar can’t be. Poor poor soul stripped off a function only he can do. With this, he cries every day. A liar knows someone who begs to be saved but won’t allow such. A liar wants to speak but he can’t for he is believed to be but never believed in. Never will be even if he ought to be.

For a liar is a liar said she.

She laughs. She cries. She loves coffee and buys it from everyone anywhere. The bitter it is the more she wants.

For a liar is a liar said she.

Everyone nods in belief, for she is righteous- there is nothing and no one to prove otherwise.

She laughed again and the liar cried,

He knew she needed saving too.

But even then he can’t,

For a liar is a liar said she.