True or False?
Would you rather hear the harsh words of reality,
Or the sweet words of delusion?
With both you will face confusion.
Like Beauty,Truth is in the eye of the beholder.
And some lies give you closure.
But my question is what is real and what is fake?
If this is a dream when will I wake?
Do I even wish to.
Because of these false words of I love you,
Was one of the cruelest this you could do,
and now fear is what interrogates.
But I realize I don't fear what is before me,
I fear what created its fate.
I fear that it was fated to hate,
And it so what is mine,
Will the past make me bitter,
But you see that for me to decide
Because the truth of myself can not be found
In some one else's eyes
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