I don't know this alien feeling, I don't like it. I'm never sure of things these days, guilt chokes me. I don't know who I am or where I stand anymore. I don't want to lie, yet I fear what the truth will bring.
That's not the worst yet.
Time will tell.
I don't want to, not anymore.
/edit
I'm really sick of all this.
No longer, Liying. No more. Not any bloody more.
Finito.