I look at my face in the mirror
I'm smiling like a madman
Why don't I stop?
Why do I let the mask melt into me?
Am I even genuine?
Do I do this because its from within?
Do I say the things I say because I want to?
Do I support people because it's the better thing to do, or because I'm a good person?
I don't know.
How can I call for help from this hole that I live in?
Even If I do, will it be enough?
Will it ever be enough?
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The Spiral
PoetryA deep dive into thoughts about the universe, life, emotions and more, down an endless poetic(and sometimes not poetic) spiral. We follow various characters.
