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*The author of a web of lies
lies in wait

When we have too much to bear,
And think to drown them all in the beer,
When we hide our past mistakes in a hive,
But only realize that hives attracts the bear,


Then


Our present begin to hunt,
Our conscious stat to haunt,
And our surroundings begin to taunt


Then

our burdens become too heavy,
Always stumbling on our paths,
As we watch our backs to see if it catches up,
Building lies in place of other lies,
Always finding the perfect lie each time,


And soon,


Honest questions become like double edged swords?
Sincere concerns become like suspicious curiosity?
Genuine concerns become like knife like stares?
Silent whispers in the wind like back stabs?
Suddenly realizing we are slaves
Of our past and our present
Don’t you want to break from this *******?

Facing the demons you created.

It's All About Perception**
No one can understand you, because you're not your typical run of the mill
it's all due to your philosophy, a mind that thinks but a tongue that sits still
years quickly pass you by, finding yourself alone and in a world of your own
as you learn the value of pen and paper, finding refuge in a place unknown

Like being trapped in a bubble, peering out upon the world as a screen
watching everyone going about their business, while you remain unseen
transfixed on your reality you close your eyes, wishing it were but a dream
unable to fathom the depths of emotions, waiting to take you to the extreme

The reality of who you are can no longer be ignored, facing each day from anew
accepting the fact that you have no control, from others, forced to take your cue
this world is all about rising above, as it starts at the very moment of conception
it follows us throughout life, as we learn the rules, mastering the art of deception

The external images you portray, a needed smokescreen, to maintain the perception
your moves are well planned, the primary focus of your attention, without exception
failing to have considered the matter, you realize you haven't made the connection
your insecurities have misdirected your behavior, demanding the world's affection

There's no denying this fact; life is nothing more than a continuous act of deception
while the true level of your mastery of it, your ability to advance without aggression
at the end of the journey, despite what we went through, it might come as a surprise
realizing that happiness was always there, only hidden from us by our own disguise

Why continue living the life of lies, playing the games people play, there is yet hope
break the bonds of self-deception, because this vanity has really become your dope
be who you really are, a genuine beauty to behold, and in you will someone admire
your hidden love now freed, surrendered to someone true, to build that endless fire