The art of lying
Is getting so good
At replying “I’m great”
Without even hesitating

The art of lying
Is being able to look
Your best friend in the eye
And say “I am okay”

The art of lying
Is being able to look
Into the eyes of your lover
And say “I love you too”

The art of lying
Is getting so great at it
For so long that you start
To believe it yourself

The art of lying
Is that now, it comes so naturally
That the guilt of doing it
Has become unnoticeable

I’m not sure if
there really is
an art to lying,
The colorful lies
Creating a masterpiece
Being able patch
A story together
Through their hues
Without a flaw

Maybe that’s it
Maybe that is the art
But it is toxic
Only a temporary relief
It gives you a mask
Making you look
Less and less like you
The more that flows
Out of your mouth
The less like you,
You become

It is not healthy
To constantly be
Someone I am not
But it is a safety net
Letting all of
My insecurities
And doubts slip through
Leaving behind only
My best attributes

Sometimes, the bad things
Don’t always fall away
Accidentally revealing
Themselves to the world
And in the moments
I panic the most
The facade
I worked so *******
Cracks just a little
Giving them a peak
Into my vulnerability
But I sweep
The pieces aside
Before any suspicion rises

I am an actress
Staring as a side character
In a movie about me
All my errors
Are left in
I must be perfect
I cannot make a mistake
Or then they’ll see
And I cannot afford that
Maybe that is why
The art of lying
Is so crucial to me