I've always wondered why so many of us are lying to ourselves and others about how we really feel inside. You love me and I pretend to understand what that means to you. You think I'm terrific and I feign humility or unworthiness. You hurt me and I pretend you didn't. It's easier than trying to speak the truth:

I have no idea what love means to you, since I am unable to love.

I think sometimes I am pretty terrific, but to admit that, or agree with you, means that I am arrogant and proud.

You hurt me. I ache. Loneliness. Screaming.

Yes, it is easier to lie to you, but am I slowly believing the lie?

~Exprezzions