Do I truely hate someone?
Or do i just tell myself that i should?
Do i actually love?
Or do i tell myself to?
Just to feel human.
I say an opinion but is it mine?
Or is it what has been engraved into my skull?
Is it wrong to add to the truth,
For the entertainment of others,
To make my meager existance worth viewing?
Is it worse that the real and the fictional
Become one in the same to me?
My lies become reality
Reality becomes my lies.
What does that make me then?
A creature of lies?
Or does it actually make me human?