A Solo Squid Game
Whenever we lie, we lie to ourselves. And even if it seems like we win, deep inside we feel that the prize is poor
No one knew she was a liar,
but her self did.
That’s the thing with truth’s pair;
it’s a solo …game of the squid.
Many sides of her were killed
on the way to the big prize.
“Names” she thought she wasn’t;
corpses of potential “I-s”.
Pretending is a tiring work,
but flawless image is admired.
The never-ending agony
appears to be required.
She was a strong, inventive player;
methodical and focused.
Level after level,
she left everyone hocused.
She won the game fair and square.
Self-fabrication is a talent.
Somehow the victory felt poor though;
the prize was insufficient.
No one knew she was a liar,
but her self did.
We think we lie to other people,
but it’s a self-deception bid.
If you swim in the Social Media ocean, you’ll find me somewhere here for Instagram and here for Facebook, on a raft like the one Odysseus had, monologuing sometimes in Greek and sometimes in English.
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Anthi Psomiadou — CC BY-NC-ND 4.0 International : Credit must be given to the creator/ Only noncommercial uses of the work are permitted/ No derivatives
