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Master of Deception
i am an impenetrable wall of steel
born on the backs of indifferent workers
mended by half way sympathizers and welded together by lies
that ran like black ink across every part of my name
there is no garden of eden
no meadows of flowers
blooming one on top of another until they collide into paisley wonders
no sunrises no sunsets
because how can i let go of darkness from my scarred hands
if there is no light to force it away
there is no room
for sunlight
for hope
for life
to seep through the other side
they are blocked by preconceived notions
and courage that when turned on its side is weakness
when will the truth finally find its way to my lips
when will i finally be able to admit that i am nothing more than a fraud
a poor mason who has tricked the world into thinking
i am more of a person than i really am
who has built a shaking brick wall instead
sewn together by thin string and sloppy stitches
because i am not a seamstress
my fingers are no longer nimble and small
but crowded with broken ends and frayed parts
i am tired of the world demanding more strength
than what it originally asked for
because can’t you see i’m barely treading water
i am tired of rebuilding and so i wait
in the empty spaces of my heart
for someone to patch my brick wall
but i have them all fooled
they still think i am made of steel
when i am nothing more than faraway dreams turned to dust
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This was inspired by how I think the rest of the world perceives me, compared to the person I actually I am.