FACT FROM FICTION

you sit in the comfort of my own self-pity, staring endlessly inside this window.

you see no reflection of self, but a false pretense.

i have grown so tired of this facade, a misrepresentation of so many people trying to be something they are not. the constant search for acceptance has broken you into a new "half-person", you are no longer living for yourself, you no longer care for your own happiness. everything thing you do/ say, is for someone else.

if you are trying to be someone else, you more than likely won't notice.

self-doubt has led you into this hierarchy of popularity.

"we are not your real friends, we are all out, only to better ourselves".

if only they were honest enough to accept the fact that they do think they are better than you, they do think that they deserve a better seat in this place i call hell.

lies are fueled by more lies, truth is something of the past.

is this who you want to be?

i regret to inform you that, if you think you know who your friends are, you're sorely mistaken.