My Dearest
My dearest Who is my dearest? A question to put me in a dilemma Who is supposed to be my dearest? Someone who's supposed to have monopoly on my love? Someone who's supposed to be the pivot of my life? Or someone who just gives me more attention than others... Diplomatic, I can always be In the outside world Where truths and half truths are indistinguishable Inseparable, Undetectable Wrapped and served as a mixture We call it correctness I can't lie to myself And yet I can't Trust myself to arrive at a conclusion I find solace in confusion