So I was destined to be split.
A narrative not so easy to follow.
A soul ravaged by its own war.
Duality is a theme that was bore into me.
Timid by nature,
Burning with passion when challenged.
Meagerly awaiting a duel of wits.
Always seeking something more than myself.
The challenge I brought to myself worn dull.
The mind deciphered, its ugly words a chore.
Vain attempts to whittle myself down fall short of the core.
For there another battle rages forevermore.
My calm calculated nature at an ends with emotions.
Feelings berating logic till it's eroded.
A swirling pond of uncertainty.
Doubt an all consuming void.
Prisoner to my own soul.
A key my mind cannot fathom.
The questions and their answers.
Fail to identify me.
For at no point have I been my own person.
Always feeding off the energy of others.
Reflecting the best parts of them.
Vain attempts to make myself more appealing.
Despite attempts to strike out.
To identify myself through exploration, only to find my work undercut.
I fail to find value in breaking the mold.
It is all too easy to follow the roadmap.
Because it's all been laid out.
Everything down to my very flaw.
Decided by the stars above.
A universal preset.
Just a drone running its course.
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Reflections (Chapter two)
KöltészetFollow my rise and Experience my redemption, as I fight back against all that haunts me. There will be poems dedicated to others and how they help me in my rise, and there will be standalones where I forgive those who put me in the pit to begin with.
