I told a lie once.
And it became my truth.
Each new lie forced me deeper and deeper.
Until finally the only truth.
Is that I am a liar.
I created a good person.
And thus I became someone with a fake front.
So while I am good on the outside.
On the inside, I am despicable.
My family knows not my truth.
Nor do they know my lie.
TO them I am just a good child.
One to be proud of.
Not even my “friends” know the truth.
How can they be my friends, when they know naught?
Alone in a world where I am good.
If only my lie had not become me.
Had I known what I know now.
I’d never have lied in the first place.
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