I lie.
I’m full of lies
Around my friends I act happy
Around my parents I’m obedient
At school I’m quiet
So what’s the real me?
I don’t know anymore.
Who am I?
What am I?
Where am I?
Why was I born?
Why am I here ?
Why can't I just die?
I deserve it, after all.
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Author:
Ajax (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 8th, 2022 15:17
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Comments1
Being human means that we do lie,we lie to ourselves most of all,we pretend to be something we're not to satisfy others,but we are only lying to ourselves, not being true to ourselves, in the end when all is said and done,we are only hurting ourselves, getting more depressed because we feel like we can't be our true self, afraid of being judged,be yourself, others might enjoy it
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