I See in Images

Poetry

I am a self destructive chameleon
Manically reaching for the
Unreachable ideal
I’ve devised for myself

I’ve created a prison
Every changing to fit my whims
A dark hovel
A substanceless shell

I am tired of pretending

I am imploding this mirage

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