My life and lies

This is my life, This is my lie. A pretty little statement to me and an actual statement to me. I feel that days past by and we spend them all pretending to be what the room wants us to be, what the force of gravity dictates. An odd statement, i know. However, it's true none the less. And there i go, ready to rant about how my creative expression has been stifled, when all along i did this to myself. I choose to want to blend in, to want to be part of the bulk piece of unified art. This is my life and this is my lie.