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
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