Fired shots

Mask

I'm drowning in a sea of emotion
They're much deeper than the ocean
In all that commotion, my self-destruction is in motion. All this pain is all that remains. It's hard to explain, my veins are getting drained just so I could maintain that cocaine-like high, I might be insane.

I'm broken, I've been spoken to, but my emotions match the strength of an explosion, pushing people away with all that erosion coming from my emotions. I could go through great lengths to describe what's inside my mind, but all it resides is a Mr. Hyde to my Dr. Jekyll that has yet to subside.

My emotions bottle up until I crack. It goes full throttle like a black hole, attacking the whole world until it takes a toll on my soul and my hold on humanity.

I try to hide this reality to mask this duality, but it's only shattering my hold on sanity, as smiling could only give me so much levity if all these keep piling up. My beguiling facade will be dialing down into a frown eventually.

I rarely cry and when I do it's normally followed by maniacal laughter as I say hello to this shattered disaster that is my mind that's scattered all over the place. Consider my sanity erased. If that's the case, I face this reality but this morality has a finality, as this self brutality brings out my irrationality and the lethality of this is bringing up the gravity of what my insanity has brought to the table.

I'm unable to grasp this problem because I'm too unstable to be able to accept that this is fatal. I can't control it, and I'm not okay as a whole, but I keep a smile in my face, as I get asked, what's in the back of that mask? I don't know, but there's a lot to unpack, and it's one big task to be able to unmask me.

I had to sacrifice some aspects to be able to smoothen the flow, but tell me what's wrong and good with this thing.