Born lying,
my body betrays me
before I get a chance
to say what I mean.
That person in the mirror
is not right,
not what I should see,
not what I want to see.
I change my appearance
to love the way I look,
but must punish
my lying, deceitful body
in order to tell the truth.
I must inhale…
and exhale…
in order to continue.
But my truths,
they leave me breathless,
my ribs aching and complaining.
To live, I discover,
I must continue to lie…
But only for a little while.
I do not wish
to lie forever.
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