The Joke Is On You

You were conned.

Sold the idea that you’re someone worth fixing, improving, branding. But the joke is on you,

there is no one there.

You wasted years sculpting a self that doesn’t exist.

Your beliefs? Lies.

Your identity? A costume.

The real doesn’t need therapy, success, or healing, it needs no name at all.

Liberation isn’t beautiful.

It’s annihilation.

You don’t find your true self.

You lose everything you thought you were, and realize you were never anyone to begin with.