It’s easier to lie, than to explain your problems to everyone. For instance, someone asks you, “How are you?” Of course, you would say, “Just fine, thank you” While in reality, you may be dying in the inside and no one knows.
I am no longer beautiful, for I never was, no longer nice and sweet, for I never was, no longer hot or gorgeous, for I never was because it was all a lie, a sick twisted lie; and there for a moment, I almost believed you.