DescriptionA short interior monologue exploring the struggle of lying.
MessageIf you can't believe the lies you tell, no one else will, either.
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What are lies? Why do you lie to me? Who made the choice of making things up? Why do you choose it? You’re fine, you’re good, you’re happy—all lies. Who is ever truly fine, good, or happy? Who? And why do you tell me that, why do you tell me to believe that? Has it ever led to happiness?There are so many silly lies surrounding our very being for the sake of it. You play a part in that every day, don’t you? “Who cares what they think?” or “You’re the best!” You tell me those. Are they true? Do you really want me to believe that? Will they ever be true?Life weaves in and out, from lie to lie, story to story, right? Is that how it works for everyone? Yes, it does. No one can tell me otherwise. It seems no matter the narrative, I continue reading the story you spin. “It's okay,” when it clearly isn’t. “It’s not a problem,” when it clearly is. Lies, an endless pile of them, building up without reason. Or maybe there is a reason? What is the reason? Why is the reason? Who is the reason? You are the reason! Everything is the reason.Ohhhhh my God, this is so stupid. Lies, lies, lies, lies, and more lies. Where does one find the truth? Where do I find it? How do I make you tell it? I don’t? Really? That’s it? Are you actually being honest with me? Are you? ARE YOU? The ridiculous layers, the ridiculous confusion, the ridiculous choices; the web just keeps growing. Vanity at its finest, I guess? Why do you do this to me? You’ll never answer. Because why would you? Would I? No. But why won’t you? Do you really care? Do I really care what thoughts you put in my head? Do I care if I know they are fake? No?How dare you say such things, using your connection to me? The lies, the lies; you know I’m gullible, and I know it too. I want them to be true, and when you tell me them, I say them to myself. I believe them, understand them, just as you told me to. But why should I listen? Why allow you to ruin me? Are the lies the answer? Who are you? WHO ARE YOU?You are… me? I tell the lies to myself? “You” are me.