Deception.

Create a strategy of telling the truth without telling a lie. What do I do with the puddle of regret that resides in the core of my pupils as I deceive the being in front of them? I applaud the ones that are able to live with a conscience and a soul pinned down with dishonesty. And how they even get better and better every time they dive into the shallow end of a pool. A pest, tugging at the hem of your shirt. Tolerable, but irritating, especially on the worst possible day. Paranoia takes over, and trusting is impossible. Because even yourself can't be trusted. Like a fire tearing down a forest, tearing down a friendship. Quick! Before there's nothing left at all. While you punch and kick the smoke out of anger, out of frustration. Ironic, since you lit the match. The truth may hurt so go on telling your white lies. And black lies, and gold lies, and silver lies, and copper lies. Because in the end, it's still a lie.