BUILT FROM TRUTH

No one knows when she built a wall,

every word, pick; true or false.

She's trained in her craft, all through the years.

Started doing it for fun, now a way to hide the tears.

Used to taste like venom, felt like poison to her ears.

now she does it with ease, says the lies no one hears.

Pours out, like rain on glass.

So transparent, holds herself with poise and class.

Despises, how easily it comes,

told before her nerves can even think what she's done.

I loom at her shoulder,

counting how many lies she's told.

Tallying how many times I've lost against her hold.

Yet she is me, I am her in the end.

Brought her here, she does what I can't pretend.

In the end it's all me,

so how could I hate the liar that saved me from this reality.