My Lie, Their Truth

Twisting,
Turning,
Changing,
To be someone else
Because they want you to be.

They don't know
Anything
About me.

Assuming
Judging
Yet never satisfied with what they see.

Is there something wrong?
Flawed
I feel all the time.

Circling around
Lost
In a game that's not mine.

But I try to control
Everything
Needing perfection.

A broken delusion
Blind
But now I see

They made me be
This.
I'm disgusted.

Still unsatisfied
Thirsting
For more lies.

I give up
Surrender
Now.

Forevermore,
I will be
This horrid identity.

The End

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