Self PortraitA Poem by hypochondritaA pseudo-guide to a reckless mind
My ego was made to be palped
But I don't think anyone knows about it Deep desire to be applauded Feeling lost whenever admired Do I even believe those positive words? Or is my trust reflecting my thoughts? I can't even properly analyze it Since my bias is all that surrounds me The lack of certainty is what is haunting To be someone you're not deciphering Your mind is the one thing that follows all your life Yet you can't seem to notice its lines The worst of it all is pretending you're not Completely stuck in this sort of mob Unaware of your organs' sob Because they're part of a system That won't accept to listen To its terms and conditions.
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