Honesty.

It's an elastic band, loosely bound between false words.

With every lie, the snap back travels just as fast as it came.

It's almost as if it were a competition.

Seemingly so, you've won.

You've managed to convince yourself of happiness.

You've become something out of nothing.

Built your dreams with broken pieces, and lied to everyone you've known.

Honesty, what an unnecessary use of time.

Who is honest in life?

You can't get any where being truthful.

You must cheat, scandalize your way out.

You grow up with the changing definition of honesty.

"Don't lie", they all say.

"Don't steal", they warn.

But the truth lies within the infamous white lie.

It's acceptable, even encouraged, to lie to make everything okay.

I find myself asking, what's the point?

When the truth is nothing is ever okay, so why lie?

Why waste time, an unknown variable, to make-believe?

Honesty, is different to everyone.

Honesty, to me, is honestly a lie.