What’s a smile if all it does is hide my worries?
What’s confidence if all it does is cover up my insecurities?
What’s a fancy dress if all it does is redirect attention from my anxious form?
What’s intelligence if all it does is ease my worthlessness
What’s a talent if all it does is be an extra bullet point on my resume?
What’s sarcasm if all it does is cloud the awkwardness of social interactions?
What’s an attitude if all it does is hide the real me?
What’s solitude if all it does is shroud me from the world?
What’s reading if all it does is pull me dangerously from reality into a deep fantasy?
What’s power if all it does is legalize corruption?
What’s beauty if all it does is make judgments seem like compliments?
What’s a hero if all they do is cover up their betrayals as sacrifices?
What’s peace if all it does is pretend war isn’t happening on the streets every day?
What’s love if all it does is satisfy a childhood dream?
What’s a childhood if all it does is repress your love for the present with fears of the future?
What’s an identity if all it does is set boundaries for who you are?
What’s hope if all it does is conceal the never-ending doubt?
What’s survival if all it does is elongate suffering?
What’s reality if all it does is have ulterior motives hidden deep under tresses of lies webbed so intricately that they can never be unraveled?
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