Thoughts of twisted scalps
Erode and fester in my mind.
I’ve never felt safe in my own skin;
Loosely hidden behind a fog of uncertainty.
I think constantly of myself –
People are mere hitchhikers on my highway of life.
I hear no truth in my spoken words
Not even believing my own charade.
Whispering sound logic and advice,
While pushing a life’s worth of reasoning up a hill,
Wondering if I’ll ever make it out,
Of this made up reality I’ve fantasized?
Doors don’t remain open
Closed at the first sign of a phony.
Relinquish control of this fallacy
And persist to be true, all else comes after.
SM
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