The Liar

I am a liar, through and through.
I am a liar, just like you and you
I am a liar and I know this fact
But the honest person in me, doesn't know how to react.

I lie and lie, about important things and not
I lie so often, that why I started I have forgot
I lie to help myself out of some confusing mess
I lie to you to help alleviate some stress.

I lie a lot, and this I know
Many of them are forgotten, fast they come fast the go
But the lie I remember most of all, past and new
Is when I lied down, in front of you.

Wrote this in the shower, where I often write short poems.
eh.