There are many liars in the world. Some born so, others made to be, and ones who choose to be for the pure pleasure of it. Which one am I? Well as my Grandma would always say, I came out whispering lies from my mouth. I told so many stories, they were afraid I would grow up where every word from my mouth was a lie. Funny thing, they weren't to far off. I still spread lies, but not every word from my mouth is one. Thing is, not many people know I am a liar. I have gotten so good at telling lies, that sometimes I almost convince myself that they are truth. Sometimes I wish I could; because the ones I tell most often... are about how I am doing. All of us live in a world full of lies, this, is mine.