Is it pride that keeps me from lying?
In truth we crumble and fall further,
Widening the chasm with each honest answer.
I could choose to be,
The me you think I am,
The personality you expect.
Each time the mask is lowered,
And the truth is revealed,
The earth swells,
The bow breaks,
And the mist engulfs me.
I should have known it was destined for destruction,
As soon as the word "worshiped" was uttered.
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