Sometimes I Lie

by Alice Feeney

It can be dangerous to ask a question when you already know the answer.

A lot of people would think I have a dream job, but nightmares are dreams too.

can play all the parts life has cast me in, I know all my lines; I’ve been rehearsing for a very long time.

People are not mirrors—they don’t see you how you see yourself.

been returned to my factory settings as a human being, rather than a human doing.

Lies can seem true when told often enough.

The dead are not so very far away when you really need them; they’re just on the other side of an invisible wall. Grief is only ever yours and so is guilt. It’s not something you can share.

History is a mirror and we’re all just older versions of ourselves; children disguised as adults.

We are all just ghosts of the people we hoped that we were and counterfeit replicas of the people we wanted to be.

People say there’s nothing like a mother’s love—take that away and you’ll find there is nothing like a daughter’s hate.

Some people appear happy on the outside and you only know they’re broken inside if you listen as well as look.