Cracks appear in this mirage
A sign I can no longer maintain a facade
no longer pretending to be something else
disappearing with no trace as the lies melt
and turns into something else
and turn into something more
to the point that I don't remember what they were here for
only that, struggle to know where one ends
and the other starts like spare parts mends
and those parts remain
slowly replacing becoming the bane
of who I used to be
and I don't know what me is me
when I tried so hard to be better
but I think I'll need my own Rosetta
to try and translate the different parts
into what I had back at the start
Do I even want to know what that is?
Or would I miss this,
this thing that I have become, I don't know
I guess we will have to wait for the end of the show
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Non Nobis Tantum Nati
PoetryFor a few years now I have been writing poetry, at first it was just something I did to pass the time and vent emotions that I didn't really have any other way of letting out but over time it has developed into something that I just find myself doin...
