Insolvable

Like breathing through a paper straw, I’m suffocating, lies and deceit. These things constantly choking me as if I had no air to breathe. The straw slowly dampening as the pressure closes in on me. I despise the actions of those that hide the truth from me. It hurts to find out from someone outside of those concerned. I take a deep breath as I submerge myself in the blue liquid. It’s the last inhale I can take before I can come back up.

Tears underwater, as pointless as a smile in a school. Just letting my lungs fill with the liquid lies and smoky deceit. There’s no more space to move and I have therefore become claustrophobic.

Dead clue of a puzzle, solvable by a child but when given to an adult the roles would be reversed. One clue leading to another, but the other never existed.

Have you ever? A question with many answers, a story to be told at the end of each for confirmation. Explain