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Thoughts don’t stop at red lights
Once more I sleep with self-doubt
If this is strength, I’d rather be weak

I go to war with my own mind
Another casualty to friendly fire
Every night I sit at the café
Where the scene plays again

My heart races as my mind
Becomes a prostitute to fears
And all I can do is resort to tears

Right about now I want to slither
Into the prison of silence
As my skin becomes
And old torn coat

I look in the mirror
And ask who this impostor is
What did he do with the man
Who chased dreams
When most would stand by

Answer me, I scream
Waiting for some angel to appear
No, only silence keeps me company
Monotonous misery smirks
As darkness lays naked
On the bathroom floor
Right beside me

I search for a note book
And any pen I can find
I try to find the switch
As my words dance
To the tune of misery
On the dance floor
Found on the blank page

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with ourselves. The moment when we look into the mirror and don't even recognize who or what we have become! Excellent write, descriptive and flowed well...

Keep Writing,

"Quoth said the Raven, NEVERMORE"

I peeled away the mask I wore in righteous anger
this is not what I wanted to be!
just another stranger to the truth within
an identity carved from years of hypocriscy
robbed of innocence as I tried to please
when the heart is not sincere
the soul will find no peace
not now, not here
I trampled on the mask to embrace myself
No more lies
No more lies


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