Deceptive Truth

Being in a state of confusion veils the truth tightly. The more u dig for it, the tighter it wraps itself up like a cocoon.

I think it is simply in us. In our selves, that borne the urge to reveal every single thing. Whether it's our wish to know or not. Even if it's obvious knowing that we will hurt ourselves during the process of unveiling that sickening mask of deception, it is often undeniable that truth is often linked to deceit.

Self-analysis has never been my forte. I can interpret alot of different kind of matters. Put it into use, Im always found analysing a wide range of situations, human behaviour, and derive some explanations for the unsaid. This ability could also turn someone into a cold-blooded whereby they tried to shutdown this vision to see. A success could mean putting a pretty mask, over a pretty face with an ugly soul.

I think I am ugly. Downright ugly, deep down in my soul. I felt the burn of a fire in me many a times. The evil deception leading me to continue living in the make-up world, in the dream. The truth tugging away at the back of my head. Desperately nudging me back to the reality.
The pain of the switch between between the fake & the real is extremely intolerable. Great discomfort.

When I start speaking like this, I know I'm losing something. The only thing that can save me. God.