i’m nothing of what i seem;
just the opposite; turned inside
out, flipped backwards, and
marinated in my own lies.
i dream of a life that i pretend
to lead; and a body that i’ll never
achieve. and my attempt at control
has left me completely stranded.
my state of mind is fine, ask
anyone. good luck finding someone
who can give you the honest answer.
who said honesty is the best policy?
i’m not the character that i give off;
i’m flawed and faked, and
everything that i wish i wasn’t.
but you can call me honest,
just remember: i’m artificially flavored.
