lying

In all actuality I write to battle against my agony and grief

I'm hopeless and I really want others to feel my wretchedness so I will feel less hopeless

I realize it is egotistical

I'm making a decent attempt to change

I don't perceive myself any longer

I am forever living in winter

summer seems as it is non-existent

my heart is frozen such a lot of that in any event, when I am cold I don't shudder

I have transformed into somebody I don't really know

here I am an outsider

i am a deep liar attempting to speak my truth