I am adept at telling lies.
Lies within lies, within lies,
Like Russian dolls.

A lie to cover up the first one,
A chain of lies.
It is not easy to keep track,
To keep from stumbling over,
Lies set askew in winding paths,
Slippery, half concealed ones;
Which jut out dangerously.
A life built on lies,
Like a house of cards,
My story and the end.