Disillusionment 

Nothing left for me to give. 

Nothing left for you to take. 

This is no life to live, 

dissonance of my real and my fake. 


Hiding behind a mask,

a less vulnerable place to be. 

Slamming my face with the flask,

until it’s a blur and I am no longer me.  


The truest me lingers in confusion, 

figuring out who to be. 

A comedown from the disillusion, 

unable to break free. 






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