Dear You,
Will you ever know me? Will you ever see the real me? I don't think so. If you did you wouldn't enjoy me anymore. You would hate me, wouldn't you? I've told you so many lies that nothing I say seems real anymore. For this I am sorry, but I can't turn back now. I'm lost in this web of lies. I can't find my way out. I just keep spinning myself towards the center only to trap myself in the middle of a world that is sure to come crashing down around me. Will you be there when you find out what I've done? Will you still love me then?