It's so simple.

It always was.

The truth is...
Everyone lies.

Are they
lying to me?

Am I what I passionately want to be?
It's too hard.
It's too harsh.
It's a quick knife in my side.
And do I want you, too, to die?

They are lying.

But do they lie out of jealousy or spite or revenge?

Am I lying?

I cannot deny.

Would I be rejected?
And how would I even go about
being me?
With so many others
who reach the same way,
for the same light?
I am not just one.
In a great nation of tattered truths
and fairytales.