The question drops on the top of my head,
Falls to my ears tumbling down to settle,
on my shoulders, strongly pulling me to a bed.
The weight is so heavy.
It slumps me over and the pain,
pings in my back, making me unsteady.
My eyes shut,
While the scene plays like,
a badly projected film, stuck in a rut.
Whatever comes out of my mouth,
slips its way to other ears.
Sending the message south.
An inaccurate depiction,
pictures of a life story gone wrong,
transcribed by their own volition.
By the end, the population is unsure.
There's no way to be without the watchful eye,
One found to be pure.
The words were never found to be fact.
Fiction is the standing on that,
While told to find a way to act.
So, I say goodbye to her.
A person not strong enough,
dissappearing in a blur.
Then hello to the new one,
already feeling the refreshing shed.
Realizing I actually won.
Oct 17, 2025
Oct 17, 2025 at 1:07 AM UTC
The question drops on the top of my head,
Falls to my ears tumbling down to settle,
on my shoulders, strongly pulling me to a bed.
The weight is so heavy.
It slumps me over and the pain,
pings in my back, making me unsteady.
My eyes shut,
While the scene plays like,
a badly projected film, stuck in a rut.
Whatever comes out of my mouth,
slips its way to other ears.
Sending the message south.
An inaccurate depiction,
pictures of a life story gone wrong,
transcribed by their own volition.
By the end, the population is unsure.
There's no way to be without the watchful eye,
One found to be pure.
The words were never found to be fact.
Fiction is the standing on that,
While told to find a way to act.
So, I say goodbye to her.
A person not strong enough,
dissappearing in a blur.
Then hello to the new one,
already feeling the refreshing shed.
Realizing I actually won.