My Commiseration of Your Insincerity.

If you had the opportunity…

Of feeling happy,
Being surrounded by friends,
And living in your perfect fantasy,

But being lied to,
Surrounding yourself in means of a dream,
A hypothetical setting,
And cutting away parts of you, to please everyone else.

Or,

Defying conformity,
Being who your heart tells you to be
And not changing for anyone else’s judgment,

But being miserable,
Feeling alone, no matter how crowded the room is,
Having a select amount of friends,
And constantly being ostracized by the cliché we call ‘others’

What would you single handedly select?

This decision is an intricate one.
That pretty much paths out a lifetime
So go on, close your eyes and choose a side.

You ask for advice,
Because you know I’ve been here before.
I’ve dealt with the slap of reality
And that harsh revelation that made me open my eyes.

I’ll tell you one piece of advice.
How honest are you with yourself?
How far can you go, with blinding yourself,
And act dumb, as if you don’t see this isn’t the real you?

The path I chose might have not been the determined,
Let alone, ‘preferred’ one,
But the one that I didn’t have to live a lie.

I present myself as how I want to be seen.
I do what my heart desires,
And I say ‘fuck it’ to whomever doesn’t agree.

Because I know, I can’t lie to my heart,
Just as well as you do every single day.