full of bright light and flashy energy
around me, it causes my energy to deplete
I whither away into my cancerous shell
questioning myself, but only partially because partially in myself I believe
partially a part of me wants to flee
partially I would like to stay in the between
the thoughts dissipate
my thoughts are as fleeting as the meaning of life
to many women, men, and children alike
but oh so different
I've stopped caring about the difference
I only feel what is apparent
apparent disguised as empathy and to a fault I could let others flaws become me
but everyone in life needs their Jolene