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 am reposting this poem under this screen name because i feel that by using "voyce", i am disguising who i am