The Liar

I am such a liar, really.

I pretend to be busy when I am actually the person who has so much free time on his hands.

I like to think that I am a calm and rational person when I am exactly the opposite.

It's Monday, and I'm still in a Sunday mood.

I like to think of myself as a person who has many hidden talents, but where the hell are they?

I like to think of myself as a person who helps my friends whenever they are in need, but what the hell have I done anyway?

I like to think of myself as a popular person, but hey, I am truly kidding myself - I am searching for peace when I already have it!

But I wonder, does an awkward silence mean peace?

A dead silence; peace?

What is peace? What is life? What am I?

Do I even have friends?

What in the world am I saying?

How can I doubt those people around me?

But how can I not doubt those people when they are not around me now, physically? When you're alone, do you even feel secure?

Soul-searching is making me more confused than ever.