Sometimes silence sounds so serene

Sometimes silence sounds so serene.
There are no words.
Anything is an abomination.
I look around and know no one, and no one knows me.
I’m an apparition.
A manifestation.
A mirage of measured and mistaken malfeasance.
A liberally contorted performance artist.
A calamity of conservative consciousness.
Hindered by beliefs that I don’t believe.
Elevated by beliefs that I do.
I am and I am not.
Everything you want me to be, I am, but I’m none of those things.
I don’t believe a word I say, and I see that you don’t either.
Our love is an illusion.
Fulfilled by falsehoods.
I can’t be, because I’m not that.
I’m not who you think I am.
No, I’m not that either.