Pretty Little Lies

PRETTY LITTLE LIES

There are the lies we tell ourselves when we believe somebody loves us and to only find out they  love parts of the you .
There are the lies we tell to ourselves when we believe someone will change and you believe it is fear that gets in their way.
There are the lies we believe when people play games from their ego and believe they do not cause pain, to maintain their goodness.
There are the lies that we tell ourselves out of fear, of losing.
There are the lies we tell ourselves, in that we believe that we are not wrong.
The lies come from the pain, the hurt, the distrust, and the feelings of not being enough.
The lies come from when were not heard, not accepted, from avoiding the hard things, from not listening, from anger, from fear, and ego.
Those pretty little lies will break you and the people around you.


~GURNOOR





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