Social Illusion
Social illusion
I went to touch my body. As I began to press inward it did not even hurt.
From my right side to its left, my hand effortlessly passed through me.
No, I am not transparent, I am a construct formed from my delusion.
Some call me a catfish. To others, I am a narcissist.
I am me, I am I, I am mine, I am all that I want you to see.
I want all that you can give to me. I am a product of my own creation.
I am a deceptive, social illusion.
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