I always tell myself I am beautiful. I try to believe it but I can't. I tell myself I'm talented. I want to believe all the lies I tell myself. I think that people who give themselves complements are self-absorbed. Yet that's how I live. I a hypocrite. You tell someone lies about themselves eventually that will be their existence. My life is a lie. I hate myself because of lies. 

They turned a nice girl into a broken one. I talk up others and I talk down myself. I want my own thing. Yet I am unworthy. I have issues trusting others.

Those I trust betray me.

This is the truth.
This is my life and my story.
My demons and how they were created.