Some times we lie to people. Most the time we don’t even realize it. It’s so difficult to tell when this is happening, because they lie to us too, with out knowing it. Some days everything is a lie, and we lie to our selves all too often. Simple lies, not the kind about cheating or using people, but the kind we live with everyday. The lies about how we feel, about our selves, about others, about who we are. Behind every one of these lies is the truth, and the truth hurts. The truth can ruin families, friends, and marriages. Is the truth worth it? Does it even matter anymore? I try to tell the truth, but I can never tell the truth about everything without causing pain for others. So when is it wrong or right? The truth can be the harshest prison for any ones heart.
