𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞

Lacuna

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ᴸᵃᶜᵘⁿᵃ
/ˡᵘʰ ⁻ ᵏʸᵒᵒ ⁻ ⁿᵘʰ/  ⁿᵒᵘⁿ
ᴬⁿ ᵘⁿᶠᶦˡˡᵉᵈ ˢᵖᵃᶜᵉ ᵒʳ ᶦⁿᵗᵉʳᵛᵃˡ; ᵃ ᵍᵃᵖ. ᴬ ᵇˡᵃⁿᵏ ᵒʳ ᵐᶦˢˢᶦⁿᵍ ᵖᵒʳᵗᶦᵒⁿ ᶦⁿ ᵃ ᵐᵃⁿᵘˢᶜʳᶦᵖᵗ.
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Tired

That's what I feel rising inside of me
Bubbling uncontrollably
That's what is making my eyes become lower and lower and lower

Making them seem as if someone replaced the lights in my eyes with dark, broken, dimly, lighten lights

People just stare
With their eyes watching my every breath
What do they know about me?
What right do they have to judge me?

While they stare I feel more and more like I'm in a dream
A dream which nothing exists

Everything I do is for nothing
Everything I see is fake

Isn't it amusing?
That I'm assuming what I'm feeling
When in fact I don't even know what I'm blabbering on

Isn't it amusing?
That I make these silly little things
With my silly little fingers pressing non-existent buttons

Isn't it just the silliest of things?
How in a dream we can feel at peace
Or we can feel being tortured in the same dream we once felt at peace?

Sometimes we just want to close our eyes and come to our imaginary world
Where everything is pleasant

I don't know what I'm doing wrong
When I close my eyes I don't imagine waking up in a peaceful place where I never want to leave

I just wake up to the sound of obnoxious human beings I call classmates
Reminding me to wake up to reality and face it

Who bothers to face reality?
Every single on of us looks the other way when reality tries to confront us

Only for our eyes to suddenly turn blind
Like blind moles

My mind is empty when I want it to be filled with imagination
Then my mind is filled to the brim with much more than imagination when I don't want it to be

What did I do to offend it?