I stopped pretending,
I stopped lying,
Then I learned the bitter truth,
Oh, how it stings.
I can't help but laugh,
At what I've come to realize,
How pitiful I am,
Trapped in my own web of lies.
Buried deep, covered in the pit
Of the hell hole I've dug,
How bitter and deceitful it is,
To drink my own poison.
What a shame,
How can I be true to myself,
When even I don't know,
If there's a real me at all?
I'm lost, no longer myself,
Buried beneath a hundred masks,
Of pretense and white lies.
Drowned by my own deceit,
Forever lost in the abyss of nothingness.
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Dean's Introspection and Poetry
PoesieI'm in my journey to self-discovery and understanding. I wanna do some introspection and allows myself for deep reflection and exploration of emotions and experiences. These poems are the reflection of my thoughts, emotions, life and experiences.
