The Good Liars

The hard thing about liars… good liars… is that you never really see the lies coming. Granted, no one can really cover up a lie forever. I believe that the Achilles heel of lies is the fact that at some point, the truth will come out.

But the worst part is that it’s generally the people closest to you who can cut you to pieces in just a single moment of, “Well actually, I never told you…but…” Because, the people who we pass in our everyday lives, our coworkers, our acquaintances, they don’t have the power to hurt us like our loved ones do. Even if they did lie to us, we either wouldn’t care, or would never find out.   

For the people called, dare I say, pathological liars, one lie leads to another, and another, until you’ve found out that the person you’ve trusted for so long has been telling you falsehoods over a long period of time. It might have started out easily enough. Perhaps this friend or relation just wanted to protect you from something he/she thought would hurt you. But then, the lie got a bit deeper… Eventually it’s too deep for even the liar to carry around.

And that is when the world comes crashing down.

“Who are you?”

“How have I not known these things about you for so long?”

“How could you have willingly deceived me?”

Crash.

The delicate glass foundation that you thought was made of faith, is actually made of lies, and there it is broken right in front of you. It just lays there, shattered and unable to be mended…

At least, for now…

But how the hell do you come back after that? What do you do? Do you just leave that person, never to return? Do you just choose to keep trusting them, picking yourself back up with each new revelation as lies reveal themselves over time?

I have no idea. With the revelation of each new lie, I find it hard to be glad of the newfound honesty. I just feel bled dry, each time the Band Aid is peeled off slowly—hurt again and again and again by what should have been said so long ago.

I deserve the truth.