I hated liars, their words like a stain

I hated liars, their words like a stain,

Yet in my own heart, I’ve played the same game.

Crafting illusions, in shadows I dwell,

The deepest deceit is the truth that I sell.

In mirrors of doubt, I see my own face,

A prisoner of lies in this familiar place.

I sought out the truth, but found only strife,

The greatest of lies is the one in my life.

Ambivert