One Of Us Is Lying

One of us is lying

Either me or the world.

The world who says it is beautiful

Who says me to be optimistic

Who convinces my mind that it is dark.

The world full of monsters

Where humans turn into snakes.

The terrifying world

That gives creeps to me.

The world says me to believe in it

How could I?

The world which is full of humans

But still inhuman.

In here,

People are not moved by others sorrows

They enjoy it.

They judge you

For being yourself.

Do not you dare

To show it it's reality

For they will kill you for that.

It loves to live in lies

Real is not known to them.

So, one of us is lying

For I see darkness

In this 'beautiful' world.