Stupid little dreams, oh, how they gleam,
Waiting for my midnight scream, a twisted scheme.
Laughter escapes, rips through my seams,
As water ripples, mocking my broken sense of a team .
Wishing I could live as carefree as tomorrow,
But I'm shackled by self-made lies, sorrow I borrow.
I'm a liar, a cheat, a master of deceit,
Yet no one hurt me, it's myself I mistreat.
There's no horrid tale of woe to confess,
Just trying to escape this tormenting mess.
Am I being dramatic? Hell, maybe I am,
A liar, cheat, a fraud, a self-made sham.
My facades crumble, it's all coming down,
People think they know me, wear a deceptive crown.
But what they see daily, it's not truly me,
I'm a cheater unscathed, they fail to decree.
I wish they'd stop, this adoration so wrong,
For I know I'm a fake, a charade for so long.
A person I despise, myself I condone,
No remorse in this heart, cold as stone.
I'm a fake, you see, that's all I've ever been,
A life of pretense, a twisted, ugly sin.
Madness and sadness, anger and hate,
In this chaos of lies, I seal my fate.
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(A/N) heh, I have literally nothing to say about myself
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