It's a simple question that prompts an equally elementary answer. So why is it so difficult for you to give me one? Every night, I lie awake picking apart the words you speak--the words that once charmed me into thinking you were different than most. But ever since you first lied to me, nothing has been the same. You always claimed you wanted to earn back my trust, and I gave it to you many times because I believed in you and your ability to better yourself. But never once did you truly seek change. I suppose it's my fault for assuming that you would; maybe not for me, but at least for yourself.

What saddens me the most is that I know I'm not the only person to whom you lie. In fact, I was in your presence many of the times you lied to friends and family. Sometimes they were small white lies just to get people off of your back. Other times, they weren't so harmless. I've fallen victim to those not-so-harmless lies far too many times. Does it come naturally now? Can you even differentiate between what's true and false anymore? Is there a line you're unwilling to cross? Some of your lies have been quite unforgivable--and yet, here I still am.

I've called you out on your tales many times before, but it's never fazed you. You brush it off like I never mentioned anything. I've never pushed it either because I rather not fight about it. Maybe you stick with the lie because you underestimate me, thinking I couldn't possibly know the truth. Why admit to being at fault when you could deepen the lie to save your own ass, right?

I once asked you why you lie. You told me it makes things easier. But if you're hurting people in the process, is it really easier? Don't pretend you're trying to spare my feelings when you're really only benefiting yourself. Don't put me on the back-burner as you attempt to make better plans.

Sometimes you question why I second-guess your diction and remain skeptical when you tell stories. Seeing as it's still unclear to you, it's because you've broken my trust countless times. I only wish you knew how many lies I caught you tangled in. I'm smarter than you think, so why not just give it to me straight? Save me the heartache and yourself the effort. I'm tired of hearing your lies; aren't you tired of telling them?