My nose grows
with every breath I take
for the lies I tell
have become my life
I could not tell you
the truth is too bare
undeneath this
I am just as normal
as the man over there
I am ashamed
of the lies I told
the things you think I am
are nothing like me at all
I am over the edge
and in the end
things will be seen
in the brightest of lights
and it scares me
every single night
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