Virtualise a lie
I am not made of clay.
Nor am I a doll.
As much as I look like one, of course.
Why would you be with me
Just to mould me into her.
Then cry.
Because she "isn't what you wanted?"
You don't make sense.
You're a liar and a thief.
Crying,
Denying my beliefs
Today, I lurched forward
Beyond looking in the mirror
and laughed.
I feel like there's no place for the real me!
I feel like a liar, a fake.
There's nothing special about whatever I feel I am anymore.
Oh, how 'thrilling' it is to Virtualise a Lie.
