The Lie

She believes I'm a lie. Too good to be true. Too good? For who? She see's my exterior, The truth. She hears my interior, Konfused? Nothing so pure should co-exist. Again, I'm too good to be true. My mind, doesn't match my lifestyle. I'm humble, yet arrogant. I'm the truth, yet a lie? In her eyes, that's true. In her heart she's konfused. Maybe she wanted proof? But of what? Suddenly she didn't believe. Suddenly i was a lie. Suddenly she was konfused. She konvinced herself to believe in a lie that was disguised as the truth. But there was no lie to begin with. She turned the truth into a lie, and yet, konvinced herself to believe in it. Konfusion at its best. Love at its worst. But for her sake, I'll play along. Maybe I'm a lie after all.