i can't keep up with this facade anymore
the idea that i've led people to
believe...
its not true
and i've been lying to you so long
i'm an imposter
i can't do it
and i hate
coming in, all of the time
to show off the brilliant me
i'm a clock with no gears.
and i can't pretend anymore
that i'm good at it
that i enjoy it
because i don't
i hate it
and, the only thing gained
by this, is
that your opinion
descends each time we meet.
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