A peaceful battle

I had become a disfigured illusion,

a figment of my own imagination,

I often spoke in circles,

racing to catch and understand my last thought,

I ran from running and

hid in the shadows of my own skin…


I fought to understand my own reality,

or was it reality?

Maybe we are here to balance

each other’s insanity,

act as a scale,

a benchmark if you will

of the infinite levels of depression

and those who partake in claiming we are

all of those things we are not.


The more I believed I was sane,

the more I realized how broken,

I am all that you could ever want

and more that I will

ever believe.


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