Life, Simple & True
My conscience has become an illusion. It yells at me, while
I deny who I truly am. She haunts me as I try to bury my
true self deep down. She says she is the real me, she tells
Who am I?
This life, is it real?
Why do I exist?
If I am nothing then why do ppl think I'm something?
Am I just a precious child with its eyes being shielded
from the world?