I have been lead to believe that I have

Succeeded in manipulating everybody

Who has ever loved me

The best lies are the ones that you never see coming

Out of candid mouths fixed to people clean of hypocrisy

Custom built exhibitions for each of ‘em

For you can’t very well fall for a soul shrouded in chaos

I can be quite crude

And sometimes

I am the salt in a friend’s wound

And at other times

I am the raw flesh that is way more than merely bruised

My sense of self is not shaky

I am not unsure

I know who I am and what I am doing

I do not feel too guilty

For creating this ruse