Stop

Stop. Lying. Watching you lie is comical in the most sick and twisted way. I wish I could watch myself lie back. The hypocritical monster inside me nod and smile. Lying. Saying that I believe you. Saying that I do not care. I am a master of deceitful ways. I have honed my mask of happiness. Ultimate control, of facial expressions and moods of those around me. Able to mold like warm clay. No wonder Why I do not trust you. I cannot trust myself.