Truth isn't convenient

It's not pretty

It's ugly and hard on the eyes

So much easier living a lie

Better hiding behind a mask

Not showing your face

So you can be what you perceive

Yourself to be

Without those concerns of

What you are

You'd rather weave a story

Than walk to find what's laid behind

And what will be.

Construct yourself in fantasy

Rely on fiction

Lies become your addiction.