Diagnosis: Liar

Lies displaying agony for a little bit of mercy
Lies preserving sense of decorum for security
White lies, unforgivable lies, dark lies, colored lies
Unusual traces of desolate lies, it just never dies
A demon, a small demon smoking in the car
Trapped within her, messing with her head
Abrades her inside as she sits and writes in agony
The demon of mendacity and veneer
She screams, restraining and confining
Some lies justified, some rectified
Conveyed for commiseration, a faith of blindness
She is a liar, she can’t stick it up
Embellishing her stories with far too much detail
Emotions come back and it’s all anesthetized
She chases them away and it’s just another day