When it comes to me, no lies, please.
Once upon a time, I've tried to accept a lie. If it's just a lie or two, I thought I could handle it. But that means I have to fake it. Fake from one situation to another. Soon enough I have to patch it up continuously and when another fake area shows up, I got to cover it up again. And again. And again. After awhile, I got sick and tired of it. I couldn't. So I quit. As much as I disliked it, it disliked me. So we are the perfect unmatch.
When it comes along hiding behind somebody, somehow I know it. I know it's hiding. I don't know what it is at first but as I start to observe and pay close attention, it'll automatically show its presence. There's no way it can hide from me forever.
I will appreciate it if you will be upfront and just tell me that you really are lying. Or just be honest, be naked with me. I don't like to deal with lies because in my presence, you don't have to. You don't even have to cover up your ass. Just be honest. I don't get mad when you are authentically who you are. I'm not going to judge you. But when you lie, I can't help but seeing you try so hard to hide right in front of me. In my face. I mean, in my face. You are facing me, therefore, you can't really hide from me. So come out. Be true to yourself. I'll celebrate for you with you. So don't be faking. Don't be covering up. Don't be whitlying. Just uncover everything and feel good about who you truly are. Nothing to be ashamed of. No fear is necessarily.
So free yourself from fear. Be free from lies. No extra baggage. When it comes to me, no lies, please.