Lies:

 I'm crying in my room, all by my self, I never thought that my life could be so good. But if it's so good, why am I crying? And then I remember that my life is so good because is based on lie. I lie about what I feel, about what I think, and about what I want.

When you cry is because your sad, when I cry most of the time is just a show. The only person that can actually see through my act, is me. I have prove, that even if you know the person, or the person knows you or so they say, you really don't know them. I don't know what I'm feeling sometimes, is hard to describe it, and since I was little I learned that lying is better, you hide everything and you keep your secrets to your self. Now...I don't know why do I lie anymore, before it was because I was sacred of the truth, now I don't. Am I still scared of the truth? I can't be, I already face the truth. I just lie because is easier than telling the truth, even when I know I'm wrong, even when I know it will heart me more than is going to hurt you, because I know the lie, and the truth.