The truth lends itself to false pretense.
***Warning: Explicit Language*** All of these "Truths" about myself that the world has attributed to me, stating as a fact. The summation of these is who "I" am, but what if it's all just a false pretense? When your soul sings because you tell it to, is that false? The joy you feel when you smother your emotions, and convince yourself of something- is that any less valid of a joy? They say there's always someone out there better than you, but logic states that is is constantly one person who is the best. What the fuck is "Best" anyway? Who the fuck gets to decide? Why are you angry? We are the same , but you're blinded by the rage of Injustice. My pain isn't the only pain, neither is yours. If you can't acknowledge the pain of others, if you can't resist lashing out in your own suffering, then what are you even doing? Wait, does me saying we're the same make you angry? Does it diminish your own sense of uniqueness? Is my anger ...