I am a compulsive liar.
Not because I want to hurt people
or for the glory of bloody hands,
but because I am an artist and
I have witnessed far too many things
to remember which were done to me
and which were to others.
I am a compulsive liar.
Don't trust a word I say because
sometimes I go into coffee shops
and use names I've never owned
or pretend I'm from places I've never been
because there are days when
I can't remember who I am
or which cities I've lived in.
All I can say for sure is that I have
called nearly 50 different things home
including a car, a friend's backyard,
and even a school; I am a compulsive liar
but I know I'm a female poet
with far too many stories and voices
floating around inside my veins.
So please don't be upset with me
when you ask me how I am and
it takes me longer than a minute to respond -
I am a compulsive liar
and I hate the way I feel when
I lie to you.
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