My word is my truth, I am as see through as glass, and as clear as a beautiful sunny day.

Did you know that? Did you know I lied to someone before? My mother, my brother, my grandma, my grandpa, they all fell victim to my lies.

No one would ever believe a gem such as myself could speak such a thing out of my dirty mouth.

Crashing, the feeling of deceitfulness came like a storm, crackling at me as those I've wronged came to take revenge. In fear I run to my safe spot, only to find another white lie peeking out from the darkness.

Is this what it feels like to want to vanish? I am as see through as glass, as clear as a sunny day, yet people still see me. How? Why? The questions linger in my mind as I fall to my knees and weep.

Weep because I was lied to, weep because I was misled, weep because all that I found sacred was no more so. This isn't fair! I call out, the world becoming dizzy, dizzy, dizzy, as I struggle finding it hard to breath. The world starts to crumble as I stop looking through the keyhole, and start looking through the door.

Nothing is good. Nothing is worth the pain and agony of something this...disgusting, something so polluted, stinking so badly like a freshly cut onion, making me cry more.

My word is never the truth, I'm as foggy as a graveyard, and as clouded as a rainy day.