I burp up bubbles
my feelings overflowing
caged within my head
my sins sink within me
drowning in sick allure.
I'm losing touch, I'm not enough
for me.
The world is winning
my disguise is too vivid
my pain painted on
for them I'm happy
I'm okay, it'll be okay.
Beneath the surface
the fish sing to me
telling me I'm not enough
but only for me.
My bath is scorching
the water boiling,
and acid on my skin
flaking in snakish strips.
Yet I push my own head under
I'm burning off my love
my skin is raw and reddened
reddened with the colour of my bliss.
I know it is self-sabotage
can't help but fumble for the tap.
I just want to speak my truth aloud
still afraid that it's not true enough
all these bubbles clog up my throat
eyes glazed in vintage filter
someone turned off the light.
My thumb bangs over the bathside
waterboarded in the dark
yet I'm alone in this room
my smile etched on my face
I've accepted this self-made fate.
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Coherence
PoetryCOMPLETED, next poetry collection coming soon This is a poetry collection that is both ever updating and ever changing. This collection of poetry isn't exactly traditional or ever a solid complete piece of prose, I am ever adding and changing and mo...
