Self-Deception
- URBAN POETRY, MARKUS GANSSERT
I'm unclean
Undress me
So unreal
The frame I see
I stand stripped to the waist
Before myself
Is it really me
Or what I'm trying to be
I won't drown
In my tears
And go down
In my fears
I am stripped to the skin
I feel ashamed
Is it really me
What I pretend to be
This life is just an illusion
A dream that never ends
I'm always trapped in confusion
On lies it all depends
If this is just an illusion
Made up in somebody's mind
I have to draw the conclusion
It must be someone unkind
I won't lose
My trust again
So untrue
It's still the same
So I strip off my skin
To ease the pain
Is it really me
What I believe to see