Liar

Liar
That's what I am
I learned to twist and distort
my words at a young age.
I found comfort in the fact
that I could weave my words
into any story and people
would believe me.
Huh. I believed it was a gift.
An accomplishment.
I didn't see all the people I was hurting.
I didn't realize how isolated it had made me.
The lonelier I became
the more I began to abuse my words.
Soon enough my words,
my precious words
failed me.
It was then I realized how alone I truly was.
I learned to mold and shape
my words to bewitch and charm
those around me.
I guess, I thought that's what I needed.
A liar.
That's what I was.

j.h