Cubic Zirconia
I wear depression
as a crown
I take anxiety
and fold it up
I pour it out of my heart
into a soulless cup
Feet tangled in fear
limping through life
hypocrites everywhere
but pretending it's clear
Standing out
because you look real
not pretending
while wearing
plastic hands and
trying to feel
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