In this world, nothing is okay.
Monsters walk with us, drag us away.
From ash we came.
Into ash we must return.
Nowhere we belong, yet
Everywhere we yearn.
Always we must fit in,
Reality is but an illusion.
Everyone is lost-- blank confusion.
You try to be normal, you try so hard.
Over and over, scar after scar.
Unhappy, blank. Smiling, yet marred.
So put on your mask,
And think this carefully through.
After all, only one thing matters:
I'm fine. Are you?
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Words to My Demons | Poetry ✔️
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