An impostor!
A fraud!
is what she is without the emptiness inside
There's no up
no down
no out
She's trapped inside herself
But really that's who she is.
She remembers no other way of being.
This is her reality now.
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PoetryMusings of a Mad One as I attempt to talk to myself re the emptiness inside.
