We create our stories,
of peace and solitude,
We mask our flaws...
With untruth, so carefully brewed.
We shine our false light,
on everything we do,
Only to realise we've masked
what's actually true.
We play our games,
our ego is soothed,
We make our claims,
... a selfish rue.
What's to be gained?
It's up to you...
But I won't be the one to queue.
Listen closely, at the stories I tell,
Don't look beyond,
all you'll find is hell.
I didn't want anyone to see,
How the cogs work,
How my human nature,
Made me lurk.
'I'm so ugly', to which you respond 'no you're not'
'I'm so stupid' to which you respond, 'You don't realise your own intelligence'
I did not believe these things, not consciously at least,
but delving into my subconscious, I have found some release.
It turns out I am a sadist, a narcissist in disguise,
I tell the truth through my selfish lies.
You feed my ego, add to my pride,
but the evil that lurks behind these eyes is mine to hide.
I do not need your help anymore,
I've finally realised why I do what I adore,
It's not out of any disrespect,
it's shame... an ego left derelict.
So in comes ego number two,
The one that laughs and smiles at you...
The one that could never hurt or misuse you,
don't worry she lies to herself too.
I suppose when the actual light shines through,
It's not so unbelievable, the ego hides it, until it can't be hidden anymore.
Stop adding to the falsity that is 'I'.
It does not need to be another lie.
Be authentic, don't be afraid to cry,
When you find that light you can share it,
but first, you need to recognise that false light and capture it,
let it grow, nurture it.
Don't push it back and create a new personality,
because everytime you do that, you push the truth further away.
Authenticity is a scarcity,
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