Deceiver

Oh to be she who strives to mislead. To envelop the facts within a shroud woven in a demented mind, played over so frequently it is believed to be true. How does one become such an imposter? Who Becomes what is desired by another? Do they lose themselves in the facade? Or did that happen long ago? What insecurities must one possess to bend to such delusions? What causes such inner torture? Gorging upon the drama that ensues, the hub of attention is a necessity. With it, she doth feed her soul, one that will burn for an eternity. In her own cracked skull the voices will continue. May they whisper in her ear and propel her further toward insanity.