The mask is slipping,
and the signs are showing.
Shown up as the opposite of the strength I've been feigning.
Addictions is finally affecting my finances,
A situation I was so dreading.
Powerless to curb the overspending,
And backed into a corner,
Is an S.O.S signals worth sending?
What of my honour?
Will I get a soft landing?,
or will it send me on a path more winding.
The punches Keep coming, and I tire of rolling
With fatigue rising and strength waning,
I'm lost and still losing.
My world crumbling, as my master becomes more demanding,
I'm consigned to the land of my fearings.
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NAVEL GAZING
PoetryNarrator is stuck in a world of regret and sorrow, get a glimpse of what swirl around in his head and his world view
