Lies. They are the things people use to keep themselves looking pretty in the picture. And make the others look ugly. At times, they can make everyone look pretty and hide the ugly little secret that would have made the world fall apart. They can break hearts. Shatter hopes. Dissolve dreams. Kill you alive. And then, there are the lies that can make you live your life the way that you probably would not have had you known the truth.

The truth is scary. Most of the time. Almost all of the time. Maybe that is why the lies exist. To make the world less horrifying. And brighter. And shinier.

People find themselves running away from the truth time and again. Telling themselves lies. Like they are their favourite bed time stories. Like they are the fairy tales everyone is supposed to believe in. And they do. Believe in the lies. For sometime. But every once in a while, it hits you. The lie that you are living. And you just want to sit in a dark corner and run everything through your head again and again and again. To want to figure out what went wrong. Where it all went wrong. And you keep sitting and figuring. And when you realize that you still don't know and probably never will, you gather the courage to start telling yourself those lies again. Coz you know there is no other way out. To carry on.

They say if you repeat a lie with enough conviction, it often becomes the truth. I wonder if that will be the fate of all the sweet lies I keep singing to myself.