I look into the mirror
And try to prod for the answers
I wish to hear.
Surprisingly, I am lucky enough
To receive a cornucopia of appreciation
Words of endearment
That boosts my ego and
Nourishes my narcissism.
It is all because of the lies
I tell to myself.
The mute reflection of my face
Doesn’t screams in rage
Emphasising my flaws and cracks.
I put myself up
And obtain an upper hand over the lifeless thing.
I tell my head what it wants to hear
I make it listen to self-written eulogies
I feed it with honey-laced verses
All embellishing my love
Yes, I am hopelessly lying to my inner being
Because the demon within pines to bring itself up
Because the truth is dark and grim
And lies guise it well!
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