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
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