This, is someone else’s lies, someone else’s life that I’m currently, living, I NEVER made ANY of the choices that had already happened in my life, and, in some ways, I guess, I’m, abducted, made into someone else, to live that someone else’s life now.
not my art…
Someone else’s lies, someone else’s life, so, why, am I here, if I’d never made ALL those bad choices that I’m confronted with, that are, seemingly, made by me? But, I hold, NO recollection, of this life, of these lies, that are now, befalling, my head here!
Someone else’s lies, someone else’s life, I have no choice, but assume this unknown person’s identity, and continue, to live as her/him, because I wouldn’t know, where, or when, or even, HOW, to start living MY own life…
not my sketch…
Someone else’s lies, someone else’s life, it’s, NOT mine, but, I’m, living it, right this moment………