The intricacies of your words hide your lies,
but your inflection screams otherwise.
The crossed fingers behind your voice begin to unravel,
as the fear of confrontation starts to set in.

And your hands will start to shake,
And your eyes will try to take-
in the sight of the person that you have betrayed.
Just look at the tangled mess of hatred that you've made.

You never were a good liar.
Because a liar can never be good.