Mind of a liar
I wonder what it feels like to be a liar
Is everything inside that mind a lie?
Whenever they turn to themselves for comfort and peace, does it help them?
Or does it actually in turn tell them a lie that everything is flawless?
I feel a liar's existence is impoverished.
It deprives them of an identity of their own as an individual.
It makes them devoid of a healthy and satisfied mind, as the guilt annihilates them.
Lies make them succumb to fake contentment.
I feel sorry for liars because their life slowly and slowly becomes empty,
Just like their promises of becoming honest.