7. FAKE IDENTITY

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with my eyes closed tightly,
i lay on my bed,
thinking about the things i know i'll never forget.

the man with such caring eyes and honest lips-
the same man who turned out to be one lying person,
hidden by a mask that could conceal all his sinful deeds.

yes, that was the man i had met, plenty times.
i fell in love with him-
or i must say 'them' rather,
for they are all the same.
trained liars and great manipulators who didn't bother to truly care for my feelings.

i thought they were all different from each other
not until i found out the truth-
looks can be deceiving.
and their god-like faces were their weapon.

i got fooled by their fakeness,
angel faces,
as the cycle went on and on.
and it made me wonder,
where is the person i have loved all along?

turns out that person is just a fictional character.
one that does not exist in reality,
but can be used as a fake identity.

many years had passed and i still haven't forgotten it all.
just seeing lovers everywhere scares me
and makes me not want to fall-
fall in love with the fake identity once more.

𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 , poetry Where stories live. Discover now