Lie To Me

I’m a liar, a big liar. Ever since I was little I have lied, it’s not something I’m proud of, but I can’t really help it anymore. When I was little it started small. With the simple “I never took a cookie from the cookie jar”. Yes we had a cookie jar. I loved that cookie jar, until it fell on the floor. So I did what any good liar would do and I blamed it on the cat, but truthfully I was stashing cookies for later. That was when I was seven. The only time I really ever got caught was when I took chocolate from my mom’s secret stash. I guess I didn’t clean my face well, but it was darn good chocolate. You see I wasn’t always a liar, and it’s not like I want to be, but sometimes in life things happen and you deal with it the only way you can. In my case, you lie.