What trickeries arise of simple problems. What acting role I play in my next part. Yet, who wants to be the one who never is themselves, because a role is played only so many times before it loses itself as a role and becomes truth. When the lies become the truth, then what was truth at all?
This is not the road once taken, or a path to chose. This is a choice once-made, twice-made, thrice-made, and can never be changed. For once said, once stubborn, all is gone. What was once a sight on the horizon diminishes into a speck at the end of a dark tunnel, and you don't have your glasses. The instances where excuses could be made are even improbable to the most devious people. And thus, everything (any speck of change) is gone.
When you know it's coming, you make it worse. When you tell a lie, you make it better. When you tell a lie, you stick to it. When you continuously lie off your lie, it isn't some little thing shaken off.
But it never was.
"Melissa is a liar...
So it's okay, right?"
'Arms extended,
fingers outreached,
time changes.
And with sudden gusto,
fingers close tight,
the arm pulls away.
For what kind of person is this
that deserves to see the light of day?'
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