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I feign and I am forgotten
In a world I am lost in
but I pause in this consternation
for the brief anticipation
of a fateful transmutation
from a life of isolation
away from desperation

but I can't escape who I am
If only I was someone else
born in someone else's house
with a family who was there
and parents who intended for me

I can no longer parse reality from fiction
all I have is this need for diction
I will make all others see my dark vision
so they shudder and change their minds
and admit their broken lies
that the world is in disguise
find me in the dark
and I will make you rebuke your own heart.

All I have to do is make it to the end
but there's no clear rules about
when that has to be
I stare into the mirror
and elaborate this fantasy
but like I said before
fantasy IS my reality.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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