Is life just a lie?
Is this world just a lie?
Am I just a lie?
Are my friends my true friends, or are they just lying to me?
Is my 'blood family' my actual 'blood family', or are they lying about that?
Is what I'm hearing everyday a lie?
Is everything I'm see everyday a lie?
Is what I'm feeling a lie?
Are the words comming out of my mouth a lie?
When people say that they'd be there for me, is it a lie?
When people say they love me, is it a lie?
Is life a lie?
Am I just a lie?
Are my friends lying to me?
Does my 'blood family' lie to me when I ask them if they care about me?
Why do people have to lie?
Why do people tell me lies?
Is everything and everybody just a lie? ...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem