Sometimes I Lie

by Alice Feeney

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

Things have changed since we were children, perhaps not as much as we might have liked, but the world is a different place. Faster, louder, lonelier. Unlike the world around us, we haven’t changed at all, not really. History is a mirror and we’re all just older versions of ourselves; children disguised as adults.

I plunge myself back into the darkness, back to my world of being seen but not heard.

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