The nature of a liarAs a practiced liar, you accuse others of your craft.
A harmless question, by your tongue, becomes insult .
All circumstances twisted, compliments on you become cruel remarks.
Stories told and rumours cultivated, your innocence is never questioned.
Hatred grows; the true blameless become outcasts of society.
The kindest being, observed by you and reported on becomes a savage monster.
To those who cannot see beyond the lies, you are golden.
A peerless angel child; wise and kind, a martyr to good cause.
This is a lie without equal. Shifting blame and saving face, you are as a demon.
A loving family, devoted best-of-friends, you tear all apart with your words.
Feeding lies can only cause harm; you hurt more than you help. Help was never your intention.
For this, this is the true nature of a liar.
Friendless, weak and starving, you soul is without love.
For all the pain you cause, it is you I pity.