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nobody taught me how to lie. -sat down with me, and told me in steps, showed me to walk up a staircase, and hide in a glass walkway. but people gave me their hands to hold, a crying child, and beat me when i took those hands. my parents brought me home and told me to bat those hands away. i learned how to lie, when people measured me as if i was no more than a number on a wooden ruler, lower than their own. today, i know i’m not. i learned to lie, when it all became too hard to bear, all those late nights and broken pencils tears shed everyday, yet you doubted me. it was real. my best lie was taught to me by a beautiful woman -loving her was a secret, as was loving her and her and her, because the very people who brought me home, pulled me away from those rulers, told me i was wonderful, never doubted those tears as they were wiped away would be the ones who could rip my heart. when life taught me that the truth laying yourself out -when it really matters, rips you apart you learn to lie. when life gives you a secret worse than all else, you see the consequences words can have -you see that you are a sinner you learn to lie, and you wonder if you are a lie yourself.
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Mar 25, 2019
Mar 25, 2019 at 3:51 PM UTC
nobody taught me how to lie
nobody taught me how to lie. -sat down with me, and told me in steps, showed me to walk up a staircase, and hide in a glass walkway. but people gave me their hands to hold, a crying child, and beat me when i took those hands. my parents brought me home and told me to bat those hands away. i learned how to lie, when people measured me as if i was no more than a number on a wooden ruler, lower than their own. today, i know i’m not. i learned to lie, when it all became too hard to bear, all those late nights and broken pencils tears shed everyday, yet you doubted me. it was real. my best lie was taught to me by a beautiful woman -loving her was a secret, as was loving her and her and her, because the very people who brought me home, pulled me away from those rulers, told me i was wonderful, never doubted those tears as they were wiped away would be the ones who could rip my heart. when life taught me that the truth laying yourself out -when it really matters, rips you apart you learn to lie. when life gives you a secret worse than all else, you see the consequences words can have -you see that you are a sinner you learn to lie, and you wonder if you are a lie yourself.
in second grade, i was bullied. in middle school, i was measured. in high school, people doubted my abilities and work. and a couple months ago, i found out i was bi.
#lie#nobody#gay#learn#anxiety#glass#shatter#parent#child#love
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Mar 25, 2019
Mar 25, 2019 at 3:51 PM UTC
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