Lies

by Skye Haerrington

You are an imposing person; you sweep in and
the world bows at your feet. Spoiled child, rotten
king. And yet, underneath, you are alone and afraid.
The truth is there, if only they'd lift their eyes
to see you and not the man you pretend to be.
Is it so terribly easy to fool us all and become
what you are not? Your lies, all your silly lies, to
cover a truth so inconsiquential that not a single
soul bothers to lift their eyes and see you, not the
man that you pretend to be. The curtain of snobbery
and friends who know only your position and not your
heart is a sufficient deterrent to a world eager to
consume that which is readily offered. The given
explanation may well cause discomfort on its way down
but the best of critics deem it worthy and so the
world assimilates and chokes down your plater of lies
with all the trimmings. Afraid, they are so afraid,
as you are. You don ot see the similarities between
you and those you hide from with your lies. And you
are too full of fear to lift your own eyes and see
yourself, past all your lies, and become the man the
world knows that you can be, the man and king that
you are destined to become. Focus your attentions
and energies on the collective strength, not the faults
of oen. Then will you break free of your fears. Then and
only then will your lies disappear and the world will
lift their eyes and see the man that you have ever been.

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