I, Creation

I don't wanna cry
I don't wanna know
The truth is naked pain
The truth is a hated name
I don't care what you say
I don't care that you pray
The cold is shocking
The heart is chilling
The senses are dying
If you touch me now
You will find that I am hollow

I am only an illusion of people’s perception
I am only a congregation of deception
Everyone’s monstrous creation