maybe it’s better to cleanse my life

or rather lie about it.

when they don’t know the truth about me,

it’s easier to like me,

and maybe they will.

wipe down the countertops

smothering it with lies

to seem more than a useless being.

now, maybe this is a little too much…

the countertops are a bit wet

from squeezing all these wipes dry.

but the audience, who are my friends, are wanting more

who would i be to refuse this offer

although it’s sickening?

now, the wipes are being wasted on these clean countertops,

smothered with dozens of lies,

sprinkled with a bit of storytelling.

they will probably want a bit more tomorrow,

who would i be to disappoint them

although they will never know the real me?

now, i move onto different parts of this house

lying about my own hobbies

sugarcoating everything that is real

aren’t i everything?

i hope one day you’ll hire me to cleanse your life too

i know you aren’t happy with your life

so maybe i could help

but why do i feel empty?

_your life…_

_it’s all a lie._

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now, i have to explain this reality to all my friends

who were waiting for me to have more stories in mind.

i wonder how i would do that when suddenly

i realize that _i can’t stop._

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this temptation to satisfy has grown too strong

at first i cleaned for myself

but now my friends are watching

and now it feels like they always are.

my life is not real anymore.