My lies used to be hard for me to

deal with, but I have grown thick skin.

My betrayals, my secrets,

they used to make me feel guilty,

but now I live comfortably with them.

Sweep them under the sofa when

guests come,

cover them with a rug if

bits stick out where people can see.

I don’t care.

I’m no longer ashamed,

I just don’t care.

by Cher Bibler