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||Poem #1 Lypophrenia||

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"Lypophrenia"
I look in the mirror at the beginning of each day
Ask myself what mask should i place on my face today.
I was stoned in the reflection of downcast history
With my face smiling, not knowing it tells woebegone, melancholy and a crying-soul in perpetuity
With the frontal appearance of mine revealing its kind of dignity
When I got the opportunity to split myself into two wild dragonflies, unselfconsciously,
Breaking it into myriad of pieces
Throwing my life, spices
Its shallow to think, life like this isnt noticeable
Crestfallen nights is perennial and uncontrollable
I creep a maleficent smile on my face that doesn't fade.
But deep inside a smile was a blade.

Lachrymose yet momentaneous days, I got from a fight yesterday
The "struggles" molded me as my real self but it left bruises on my facade,
To the things that did scattered me in pain
It pierced through me when it rains.

In a dusty, dark corner of a very old self-version of mine
You can see different changes time to time.
Her darkened soul remains the same
But the thing that glows is the smile she was faking
You can see she was smiling
But the truth is, she is slowly dying.

But despite of everything she grieves, she keeps on moving
She believes she can do it no matter what happens.
She prays to God with determination
she creates unique ways using her undomesticated imagination
and surpassed trials she encounter
And that was the thing that makes her grow
She built a world with rainbow
With Mr. Cupid holding an arrow
And sow a beautiful flower,
On a feral heat summer,
Where life isn't like a teletypewriter,
Building blocks of broken but strong pieces of myself with power.