Why do we lie about who we are?
What we are?
Everyone does it
Not just through words
But through appearance

Do we do it to impress?
To decieve?
Maybe we do it for us
Not them
Maybe we want to fool ourselves
Into believing we are something
That we are not

Is everything we say
Everything we do
A lie
Or a mere stretched truth
So we can feel important
Significant
In some way

*note*---i wrote this poem in order to get back at someone who i thought was a friend, but actually was using me to get to my girl-friend (actually ex now).