(Lol, don't even know if this is good since it's been a while since I have wrote a poem. is appreciated greatly. Tw of mentions of skin peeling metaphorically.)
We go swing a pinch of chance
Preventing us from who we be
In all it's a despondent dance
Of what to do and what to seek
Tugging war with a shadow self
Envy, jealousy, greed, money
Walking past the candor out on shelf
Why do I always hunger for something?
The light that shines dissipates
It aches, it aches, my brain and heart
How to deal despair sharp as a blade?
Yelling out in pain
Perhaps if I twist it enough it'll fit the box
The box that was made from the start
Anything to ignore the shelf
The shelf that nobody could ever care for
Not even myself, I, care for
I don't know, I don't know
I'm left disfused
Who am I?
What tune am I meant to use?
I follow the path set by leaders
While the shelf I store gets deeper and deeper
Love is a lie, I look in the mirror
The doom I feared is just getting nearer
Skin tears and breaks
Your mirror breaks
Their eyes tear away
It's something I can't face
Who I am kidding? Who I am?
Exhults of sorrowful joy run
"My" air with a fast pace
The umbra voices of shade getting louder
"My" soles tread to another state
Surely it's meant for another day?
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