The lie that could be?

Those sticky truths that failed to land
That were making you look, so very bland
That were hard to forget and causing the cringe
That drove you to lie and right to the fringe

The stress that you felt as the words often stumbled
That you tried to remember, the lie that had crumbled
That had tripped you up, not because it was untrue
But rather your forgetting, that the lie was not you

Then at some point you hoped, yourself you would find
But have found, it was only their love, you had left behind
Because living the dream you created to come true
Never turned out to be the person that was you