Everyone bought it; I played the part without fault.
Everyone really wanted to believe that that was me.
Every word, action, and thought fit the part.
I started convincing myself that, that was really me.
That when I had to snap out of it.
I had been role-playing for far too long.
Reality and Fantasy started to mix.
Who was I anymore? Or. Did I even know?
I had to straighten things out,
But they were so tangled in my head.
Fantasy strangling Truth,
And Truth just tried to survive,
To stay the truth.
Why do I have to act?
I just want to be me
To talk like me,
To act like me,
To think like me,
The way I really talked, felt and thought.
I tried to tell you,
But you wouldn’t have it.
So I pushed away just trying to live.
Putting my whole life in the dark where no one knew.
I couldn’t do it anymore, the truth had to be told.
But you couldn’t handle the truth.
So you pushed me away,
You tried to fix me, correct me, change the real me.
I thought I could live with it; live with you,
I thought it would get easier,
But I was only lying to myself.
I should have stayed behind my lying face.
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Submission Name: My Lying Face
