i am
a sugarcoated cataclysm inside an iridescent shell,
the reciprocal of what you see
An organized mess puting up a front,
forgetting that i am what i think i am ot
in denial that i am what i push i am not
afraid of what i am what i wish i was not
in pain, indeniable pain
developing numbness to throw this into oblivion
deceived that i am free of what chains me down
blinded that i am not what i think i am
oblivious of who i really am
2018
