Trapped and Released

At some point, I started hating the person I'd become. Up until that moment, I lived life as if I were numb. Never thinking about my lies hurting anyone; for that, I was dumb. Realizing I was a fake, the mere thought of consequences put me in a slum. Living a lie is equivalent to continually walking after having stepped in chewing gum. Honesty is supposed to be hard sometimes and much more rare than a six figure income. The pain of guilt and regret floods your soul, rising up, beating inside your chest like a drum. The longer you fight it, more and more of you disenigrates into crumbs. They say "the truth will set you free". However, my freedom is loving myself for me which is sweeter than a ripe plum off a tree.