Sometimes I Lie

by Alice Feeney

I 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.

My eyes do that sometimes: focus on a person’s imperfections, momentarily forgetting that they can see me seeing the things they’d rather I didn’t.

We are all made of flesh and stars, but we all become dust in the end. Best to shine while you can.

If you were to strip us all down to our purest intentions, the lowest common denominator would always be wanting to be listened to, needing to be heard above the noise of modern life.

Little girls are different from little boys: they’re made of sugar and spice and scar for life.

People think that good and bad are opposites but they’re wrong, they’re just a mirror image of each other in broken glass.