Liar

I am a liar

Like if Diogenes was present,

 He would have set me on fire

Though it is an integral weakness of my mortal character

Still, I am a liar

Not to blow my own trumpet,

 I am consummate at this skill

And I have become inveterate,

 but coming clean is always my will

Though I am a congenital fibster,

 yet no one catches me

My soul pricks

And my glibness sets me free

It is a chronic disease

maybe a serious pathological one

Sometimes my lies are so egregious,

 that people sit stunned

Sadly this ailment has become incorrigible

And it is not my fault that I am mentally unstable

I studied the world and people around

Everyone torments and

 irritate the people they surround

So why not live a fake happy life,

but accept that success is nothing without a strive

Show everyone that you are not enervate

Rise and work 

No need to cry and vegetate