Land of lies

I live inside my own world of make-believe

Lies are like a warm blanket, tea of satisfaction, quenching my thirst

Lies are my humble abode and consolation to my insecurities

Honestly, I have been taught to lie

Lie to the world 

Even lie to myself

Lies are like a song on repeat, you memorize it and thinks its a reality

Lies are a feeling.

It's not a sin

It's my response to expectations of the society

It's not a sin

It's my umbrella to survive the rain

It's not a sin

It's my boat when I am sinking

It's not a sin, nor am I a habitual liar

IT'S ALL A LIE