LIES.txt

i wish i wasnt worthy of what i was given.
now i wish to be worthy of good
a good i never see, hear, nor think.
a good not many people pratice,
and yet

is it so difficult to love without hate?
the whole point isnt love, or hate.
its even respect.

i feel conflicted and scared of my own choices, always thinking of the worst.
difficult to think normally, when people become quiet.
please, silence isnt your weapon to get or expect a response or a act

i dont like otherwise, they confuse me.
say something, say something else and lie.
im a hypocrite on this subject, but it has scarred me.
now i judge myself and my own actions.

always expecting to make one-sided enemies
always expecting to make ex-friends
always expecting nothing good

not because i chose myself over love, which even if i did.
but you cant lie and let it grow, thats not good.

i dont want to lie anymore.
i want to scream a truth
that people will disapprove of.