I am a fraud.
A fake. A great pretender.
I fill my days with the never-ending battle of maintaining the foolish façade of my existence.
I feed on confidence and admiration from the perception of others. But they do not know me.
They do not meet the monster within.
She is a torture which only I must endure.
I hide her away, ashamed of the darkness and the decay.
I have become accustomed to her sneering voice of doubt and malice, gnawing away at the back of my mind.
I'm an expert at pretending to be a person that I wish I was.
I'm not sure when it began, but I know exactly how it will end.
And only once it does, will everyone see the fraud that lies within me.
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