I am a Fraud.

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.