living lie

Some lies are so pervasive that you actually own them. You believe it's your life, your personality, and summers in your soul. winters it migrates to your mind and it's all you think about. If you are quiet long enough, you may hear it festering in your gut. But mostly you never notice. It's so prevalent, you just don't see. No one tells you about the stench, because it's just part of you now. To change is to no longer be you so you just want lie. Do lies, say lies, breathe lies and on your grave we etch a lie in stone. If you ever become anything, the books are just lies. Even school children reading for history class, can smell the rotting lie.