I've heard it all before.
The original unoriginal,
I don't know how, but I have.
They all lie about it; as if they know.
He can't admit to the lies,
but would anyone be able to?
We all believe in the wonders.
The good in ourselves and the pain
that the world emits, generates, and...
my thoughts have their own way, again.
But, it's valid, no?
No one tells the truth, but everyone feels that they are.
Which isn't wrong or deceitful.
Only to themselves, and here I am worrying about everyone else without
a drop to rectify myself.
I'm not more paranoiac than you
we're all made this way.