Asunder.
Outwardly fine
Appearing sublime
I’ve been at joyous wander

Possessed.
Internally spent
A soul that is rent
I’ve been disguising

Aloft.
Flying high
No limit but the sky
I’ve been at frolic

Disturbed.
Inwardly broken
My spirit soaking
I’ve been unhappy

Who wins?
The outward banality
Or the inward reality
I’ve been at struggle

Who cares.
It won’t really matter
It’s all done but the chatter
Of the blinded crowd around me
Who simply cannot see
I am disturbed