If i were to read about myself

Reading about someone
Is like peeling an onion
There’s always more
A refurbished tale
Whenever I read what I write
My conscience knows I’m right
Yet it tries to put up a fight
Cause there’s more to the sight
Than all that I have shed light
I’m yet to read a memoir
Where the writer was a monster
It’s always a biography
That exaggerates the truth, or tell a lie
So I’ll bleach my heart white to feel
The stains and praises as I read about myself

Tomide Abdul