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Method Actor

A smile painted on, hair removed from my chin. 
Another day of pretence about to begin. 
False interest in the latest fashions and trends. 
Fabrication of engagement to allow ends to meet ends. 

Each contrived interaction wished quickly away. 
Although nobody realises, as I act through my day. 
Conversations conducted with unwitting stealth. 
Insofar as I struggle to distinguish 'me' from myself. 

An identity distorted a strain on my morals. 
Struggling to navigate life's insignificant quarrels. 
Dismissive remarks, I've had a day and a life full. 
As insults fire from your tongue like a bolt-action rifle. 

Diffused with humour and previously learned guidance. 
The gap between who I was and who I am significantly widens. 
The question 'who am I?' continues to stop and then start. 
It can only be answered with 'what stories am I a part?'. 
Like a chameleon meandering, transient through the day. 
Depending on the act, and the part that I play.

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Plastic Cowboy

In the saloon a lone, haggard cowboy
Had more than double his fill, one last sip
An imagined past of unlawful joy

Recounting the times he shot from the hip
Barstools turn for a showdown, tables flip

Caught scheming. More than his pride will suffer
A double-dealing, lone cowboy bluffer.

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My Lost Mind

My listless thoughts are entirely detached 
My mind unable to fully equate
These feelings completely skewed and mismatched
Emotions flee my mind then dissipate
The brain concedes to devil incarnate

Yielding to a distant watching member 
Recalling a past I can't remember.

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A Scottish Location

A bonnie wee place, Drummore.
Just aff the Galloway Shore. 
A stoat and a fish.
Their signature dish. 
A bonnie wee place Drummore.

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Agoraphobia

The hurt within has a calming effect, 
Hidden inside my mind's covert entrance, 
I rest with torment, happy to reflect, 
On my emotional independence. 

'Let's go out' a grim and ghastly sentence, 
Tortuous and loud, louder than I thought, 
Noise engulfs my ears, silence it is sought.

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Fae

It's straightforward enough to be the Cheshire Cat grinning. 
A stroll in the park to smile when you're winning. 
But when you find yourself irked and cursing the weather. 
You're unconsciously encompassed by the Fundamental Attribution Error. 

A theory purporting it's mostly all luck. 
Like getting that pay rise, or our wedding ring stuck. 
Carefully eluding unnecessary confrontation and hate. 
Then declaring a million and one times you don't exaggerate. 

Attempts to train the mind not to be bitter or pious. 
A desperate evasion of this confirmation bias. 
Blaming others for misfortune and ourselves for the good. 
A rephrasing of stereotypes to see things as we should. 

Whilst rejoicing achievements is admirable and just. 
Take a second to pause, exhale, reflect if you must. 
Content to live in the moment. This moment right here. 
With freedom of cognition. With our mental pathways clear. 

To be kind, where possible, in all circumstances. 
A non-judgemental stranger throwing uplifting glances.

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Shattered

I should've predicted the dilemma right from the start. 
When you parked your car, sideways, across my heart. 
Too far gone to see, too emotionally invested to care. 
A gradoise illusion to your thousand yard stare. 

Feelings of belonging whilst rejoicing in laughter. 
My mind simply concocting a happily ever after. 
The kick from your beauty internally ingrained. 
Any fears and dubiety subsequently waned. 

The flame burns alight but old scars remember. 
What once shone so bright is now ash and ember. 
Dreams of connection shot the nest and flew. 
The circle has no end, producing suffering anew. 

Validation and consent to toy with my emotions. 
Like a child blowing bubbles or a witch making potions. 
Conceding I play no part in the life that you chose. 
I stare to the sea, that's why they call it the blues. 

A wave washes over me, in a figurative way. 
As I replay the conversation had on that last day. 
Like a beautiful serpent, you hissed 'you should've been flattered'. 
As you turned. Walked away. My love story shattered.

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My Last Drink

Bring some more pain, I really quite like it 
The driver supreme of my own demise 
A bottle of wine, a park bench to sit 

Like a fortune cookie I tell no lies 
Poison attacks me from behind my eyes. 

Allow the toxins to control my doubt
My mind cries for mercy, 'stop' it does shout.

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Head

Get me out of my head, it's getting tight and cramped in here 
A sought solution for remorse and unexplainable fear. 
Thoughts interwoven with sadness come to the fore 
As the brain tries to compute this near impossible chore. 
Hope and exuberance, wastefully binned
Like a snowball in hell or a Candle in the Wind. 

Get me out of my head, for its not the place I want to be 
Desire for a one-way ticket to a floating rock in the sea. 
Try as you may to find some solution,
Alas, in vain, due to the mind's pollution. 
Years of mental neglect with the ignorance of knowledge. 
Instead your convinced of your own cut off college. 

Get me out of my head, I no longer like the company. 
A free house for post-traumatic events to subtly sneak up on me. 
Let's see what tomorrow brings, for it can be no worse. 
Let's look for redemption whilst entering the final verse. 
For it's you and you alone that can remove that impending dread. 
By calmly and gracefully removing yourself from your head.

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Chasing Feelings

I want to cry. I long to smile. 
Some feeling to wash over me for a while. 
Scrolling, relentlessly with my thumb. 
Every other part of my body and mind, numb. 

'Life is for living', that's what they said. 
On the days I was thankful just to exit my bed. 
Chasing some feelings locked in a screen. 
Staring mundanely at an imaginary dream. 

Opportunities abundant. Adventures galore. 
Making my bed is a tortuous chore. 
Insufferable details. Daily life lessons. 
I'll get to those after my anti-depressants. 

Getting through the day with a 'comfortably fine'. 
No highs. No lows. Simply passing the time. 
I want to cry. I want to feel joy. 
That ship has left port. Raise the anchor. Ahoy.