My footprints soil your home
I apologise
You look happy, mother
Is it a disguise
I can't seem to decide
Which face to choose today
Do you miss infant me?
Do I put on a new display
From the closet of personas
Do I have your favor
Are you not pleased mother
Shapeshifting every week
My dreams sold to the next bidder
Russian roulette in my head
Am I ruining the atmosphere?
Play pretend, dress up
Don't speak of the lies
You tell me everyday
The walls are the spies
I can't see straight mom
I'm quite literally fucking dying
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Poetry"Walk around the halls, What do you hear Is it the murmurs, or the snickers? It's just what you fear." "Push me into the darkness, I just escaped. Take me up there, I'll have my sins paid." "Bare-handed I roam, Was silly to believe solitude existed...
