therefore i am
dark and twisted
split and undefined
depressed and spiraling
trying to make sense
or rhyme
impatient with dialogue
wishing i was dreaming
caught in a reality show
bound by critics
never fully recognized
always scattered
remembering too much
expecting a different outcome
controlling and free
not me
escaping lyrical escorts
each passing scent
a new image
realizing time shifts
and is wasted
before i even taste it
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