Power of a Lie

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Power of a Lie

I believe in the power of a lie, and have worked to master the craft. Taught from a young age to speak the truth, the lines that were once taught as black and white have all turned to grey. A grey area I live my life in. I lie as much as I speak the truth; small lies to get through the day, and much larger ones to get out of troubled situations.
As a kid when Christmas time came, my parents told me about the myth of Santa Claus. The Tooth Fairy made her appearance when a tooth was lost, never missing a single tooth until the lie was exposed. Even as babies, when we bump our heads and run crying to our parents, they would lie as they told us it was nothing. No matter how severe the cut, the wound will heal, rescued in a lie. We protect ourselves with our own tales. Needing these tales the lie itself holds the power to create and destroy our world. Like everyone around me, I too reach into my mind and pull out a lie, letting it envelop my own world. I lie to protect others. I lie to my mother saying I’m straight. I lie to my father telling him I’m happy. I lie to protect myself telling my sister that I love her. When the lie wraps around me so tight I can no longer breathe in the truth. I lose the battle and find myself tired of fighting to converse in truth, so I lie.
I end my day in bed, and lay awake gathering the deception, all the dishonesty adds, creating weight in my life. A weight that finally, when I rest, my dreams can take over. Yet even in a world beyond my control I find I am untruthful. I convince myself I will feel better in the morning. Tomorrow will be different, simpler. It is easier to wrap myself in a lie than to exhale the truth. So instead of facing the eeriness of reality, I lie and say it will, afraid to face the truth. Afraid that my mother will not accept me, afraid that my father needs a happy ending, and that when I bump my head it has the possibility of being far worse than I am told. I become enthralled in my untruths, compelling myself to believe that it can’t be that bad. We all lie, don’t we?
Perhaps one day I won’t need to lie. The power will fade to a small pull, one that I can push to the back of my mind; one that I can control. But until then, I believe in the power of a lie. Lying is universal. Every country, every language, and every person, we all speak in a code of lies. I have found my code protects me, from my mother, from my father, and from my sister. I am safe in the power of the lies I tell.

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