I’m far more messed up
Than I thought
Forever bled
Of any “normal” thought
Against them all I have fought
I don’t know what you want
Anymore
Life feels like a chore
Holding it all inside
I’ve told the truth
I’ve lied
To spare others of what is felt
When I’ve knelt in silence
I’m just so tired
Of this false reality presented to me
All an illusion
A delusion
To keep me happy
But anything
To keep me from being free
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Well said, & hitting so close to home.
Carrying truth that no one wants or is willing to hear is so exhausting. Try not to bring it into the new year.
This protagonist feels very subjugated.