I feel like the things I want to say lay thick inside my head, weighing, waiting for the surface to reveal itself.
I want my mind to be at peace and to feel weightless.
The truth hides behind the curtain, waiting for its introduction.
It will keep waiting until I find the mic or the courage to say what's on my mind.
The truth is not a lie, but it's hidden and disguised making it almost not-existent.
The Lie puts on a mask calling itself the truth, putting layer after layer to cover up the devil's seed of a lie.
Everyone believes the lie, admiring its face, while the Truth sneaks away slipping into a dark corner
Waiting yet again for its turn to be on stage.
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