How many layers do you have?
How many do you put in front of others?
Do you use the same for family and friends?
How does it taste to be fake?
To always be in a war with yourself,
To always be in a war with yourself, with your own feelings?
Why are you afraid of the world?
They won't kill you.
People are people.
We all have our secrets.
We all have bruises.
We all have scars.
Then, why are you still faking?
To be someone you're not?
Lying to all the ones that think you actually love them back?
But you don't.
You've covered up perfectly in your bed of layers.
Layers of lies.
What a misfortune you are?