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A story of lies A tale of mistruth A facade Is all I am The real me is buried deep below And all you see Is the story I tell you The story I want to tell The story I want you to hear Which story is the true one? Which tale is correct? Which version of me Is the one inside? I don’t know Who I am Don’t know Which identity Is the original Unaltered Unchanged Me The tales I tell The stories I spin The web of lies I weave Hold me Suffocate me Encompass me Until my life becomes that lie Until my personalities become different people Until I am nothing but an actor on a stage Playing many different roles Yet knowing That none are real But who is the actor? Who is the player, For surely they cannot be The characters they play. That is me And my stories My tales My web of lies
