Deceptive Beauty
What a beautiful thing it is to lie,
A well crafted web of intricacies,
A magnificent and misleading façade,
And what of the liar?
A painter of falsehoods,
A sculptor of hyperbole,
Who but a genius could weave such a story?
A splendid deception,
A perfect untruth,
And who, you may ask, is telling you this?
An injured party?
A liar in denial?
If not them, than who?
The master of pretending,
The lover of tall tales,
The grand illusionist herself.
At your service.
***I have had a problem as a compulsive liar in the past, and I still slip up sometimes. This poem is my confession, as well as an expression of my feelings about lying.