In a world that whispers secrets to my ear,
I live a life defined by doubt and fear.
Every gesture, every word, seems preordained,
In this Truman-esque existence, I'm constrained.

Hidden cameras watch my every move,
In this paranoid state, I can't disprove,
The notion that this world's a grand charade,
And I'm the puppet, endlessly displayed.

Faces around me wear deceptive masks,
In this enigmatic life, I'm forced to bask,
In moments that may never be sincere,
In this Truman-like world, I'm gripped by despair.

Above, the sky, a staged, painted façade,
Is it real or just a calculated fraud?
In this surreal existence, I reside,
Haunted by the feeling I can't hide.

Yet, I search for answers, though I'm not sure why,
A life beyond this set, where truths may lie,
In a world of paranoia and disdain,
In this Truman-like world, I bear the strain.


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