A Beautiful Lie in Poetry

The world is a beautiful
Holographic lie
Intoxicating your life
Controlling your mind
With many plagues
That controls suicide

I’m lost in the paradox
Trying to find my way
Through another maze
Hopeless
A waste
And discarded

Can you view my life
And make it right
Cause somewhere along the way
I’ve lost the senses that
Made me what I am today

I’m forgotten
And only to be remember
By the brevity of death
For the whispers of the night
Decode the fallacies
I hide from the world
That persecutes what it fears
For everyone fails to comprehend
The mirrors I hold in my hand