Mom, your lips lie.

As I sit here with my headphones in reading, I can see your lips move but no sound yet I know what you're saying. One of your friends tries to talk to me, ask me what I'm reading but when I open my mouth to answer another voice fills it's place, it is yours. So I put my headphones in and subconsciously read your lips even though I don't have to to know your lips are lying, telling lie after lie to impress your friends as perusual. You are the pathological liar in my life, it's why I know how to lie so well, I've watched you do it my whole life. You lie even when you want to tell the truth, sometimes you do it without even thinking like how I make my morning cupa joe, it's just so natural. I can tell when you lie. I can tell because you get angry
I can see the little light flicker in your hollow eyes like the way the stars wave at me in the night sky. The way your lips twist and curl into a half smile/half scowl the crows feet by your black beady little eyes become more prominent as you think; barely for a second for another lie
Like you just did, telling your friends how you and Scott moved in together and you thought it was too soon
And it was, you two had been together for 6 months when you tried to ask me if it was okay but I know better than to think it was a real question; when I told you no. You said to me in a voice so distant i could barely hear you "you will need to get acquainted with him, he's moving in." And when I tried spilling my heart and lungs on the floor
You couldn't even look at me.