Earlier, my god was a lie, and ghosts were truth. But how? Ask me, "How not?" Lies protect me no matter what and in trouble; the only thing that could save me was a LIE, whereas TRUTH hurts the most. It makes me insecure about small things; it makes me get in more trouble. It is said that सच कड़वा होता है and एक झूट छुपाने के लिए 100 बोलने पड़ते हैं... WHO CARES?? If truth is bitter, let me LIE, but it is not all. Lies are comfort but made of illusions – they feel warm, safe, and easy—but…...
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Earlier, my god was a lie, and ghosts were truth. But how? Ask me, "How not?" Lies protect me no matter what and in trouble; the only thing that could save me was a LIE, whereas TRUTH hurts the most. It makes me insecure about small things; it makes me get in more trouble. It is said that सच कड़वा होता है and एक झूट छुपाने के लिए 100 बोलने पड़ते हैं... WHO CARES?? If truth is bitter, let me LIE, but it is not all. Lies are comfort but made of illusions – they feel warm, safe, and easy—but only because they hide the sharp edges of truth.
It's just the longer you hold it close, the heavier it becomes. On the other hand, truth is something like pain, but it heals. It floods your room with light, but I was used to the dark because of the light. It makes me uncomfortable, uneasy. But in that discomfort, there’s clarity. It strips away the softness of illusion, revealing the world as it is unfiltered. It demands that you grow, even if it hurts. It’s not always kind, but it’s always real—and in that reality, there is something stronger than comfort: freedom. A LIE CAN SAVE ME TODAY, BUT TRUTH CAN SET ME FREE FOREVER by not holding me back, like a LIE; it makes me think about it every minute.
Will they find out?
Did I say too much… or not enough?
What if I forget what I said?
Was it really necessary?
Did I just make things worse?
What will happen if the truth comes out?
Do they believe me?
Am I becoming someone I don’t recognize?
How long can I keep this up?
Was it worth it?
Is this who I want to be?
Whereas my God my Truth
When the truth comes out, everything changes.
It can break hearts or build bridges.
It can hurt—but it heals.
It ends the lie, starts the real.
It’s chaos, then clarity.
Painful, but freeing.
I have more to say but isn't this ENOUGH to believe - The only GHOST I met was LIE and the only GOD I believe in is TRUTH.
IF NOT THEN that person is not ready.
Not ready to face themselves.
Not ready to trade comfort for clarity.
Not ready to meet the ghost in their own mirror.
