When did I become such a liar?



I lie to myself in the morning.

“This is how you are,

Who you want to be.”

Walk with swag,

Never staggering.

Talk with boldness,

Never stuttering.

But is how I act a true representation

Of who my soul really is?



Going in circles

I try to find myself.



I lie to myself in the night.

“You never needed anyone,

You’re free when alone.”

Dance by yourself,

Never clinging.

Talk to yourself,

Never needing.

But why then does my heart hurt when you are not at my side?



Jumping at shadows

I am caught lonely.



Empty masks to cover my flaws.

Fake smiles to hide my need for love.

Why do I hide behind the facade,

Pretending to have found myself

in the dark?