The ashes of my remains [Poetry]

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There is a tiredness in my eyes
I mask it with lies
I cultivated an equilibrium
Balanced by hate and suppression
The faults pile up until the balance is disrupted
Who is there to blame but I,
when my mechanisms crash and slice my skin
When the memories bubble to the surface
And they burn and turn my insides
Until I'm forced to distribute it
Until my skin is marred in the after effects to recreate the burden
To seal the balance again until it crumbles into ashes of disilluded fates
-s