In this world, I have lost myself.
The weight others carry, I made my obsession
the selfishness, the hollow walls
This life is cruel, and I am....
rehearsing
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A liar rehearsing lines he did not write,
obscuring the truth,
Never enough, and knowing it.
Still reaching.
Sinful. Deserving.
For being reluctant
I see it too plainly.
A lie to disclose.
A lie to recite.
Do not make me
never enough...
A liar. And forever
still —