Dichotomy
No one really has ulterior motives.
It is all me not understanding a clear intention.
Feeling so sharp- hearing all those whispers unfolding.
Whispers that are actually the remnants of my old self.
I am trying to communicate with a crazy person.
Just like everyone around me.
Sometimes, I tell myself I should be exalted.
In the next moment, I tell everyone I should be condemned.
Contradictions is what they are calling it.
Dichotomy is what I’m calling it.
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