Why can't I just lie, anyway I was raised in those lies? Should be l being perfect while lying was my everyday meal. The was no place for me if I decide to follow the truth. Why I must be punished to lie when the truth was going to hurt everyone who was nearby. When I lie it sounds like I created friction. I didn't want to hurt anyone as they were doing towards. Even when my heart was ripped but still had kindness but peace. Sometimes lies protect from this world. Why should they call me a lie? If there was no lie, many of us would have died. The lie is not a good thing but it's a shelter for many, a warm jacket in Winter. No lie, no life. The lie is like a place to escape from this cruel reality that we didn't ask for.

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