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Aug 2012
I am not what I seem to be,
Wish to remain a mystery,
There is more than you can see,
Lying behind my eyes.

Paradox I must remain,
Driving people's minds insane,
Conundrum in need to be explained;
Can you see through my lies?

Complex puzzles, find the key
Not quite what I seem to be?
Look beyond, and you will see
What's been here all this time.

What is a person but a game,
Tiresome thing that is the same;
Every time it's just as lame:
There's nothing more to see.

Look beyond, in darkness too,
Look what lies inside of you,
What is there that isn't true,
That's the part we know.

True selves very rarely show
Everything that should be known
If I was the same as when I'm on my own,
Pretty sure you'd hate me.

Why live life as a shadow being,
Letting people believe they're seeing
Everything and still believing
That they're doing just the same?

No more I say, will these ones see
What truly lies inside of me,
Foolish ones, by my decree:
We're all living lies.
Mikeyla S Benzinger
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