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Movie role personalities
Authentically fake
I yearn to see behind the curtain of your charade
You're a character in a cast of self loathing, enslaved by internalized hate
Your mask worn, tightly secure
Hiding your sad eyes, overflowing with pain
Out of focus and opaque
You ignore, praying that it goes away
Pretending it has no effect
Till the hurt almost fades
Numb and alienating, kicking and screaming to escape
Telling me I will never understand
Then you push me away when I try to relate
Sharing similar experiences is seen as competition
You think I'm trying to minimize
Like I'm saying your life wasn't as hard as mine
Putting us at odds when I just want you to see that I see you
Understood and accepted
Judgement has no place here
But you can't seem to get it
Overstimulated by constant emotions
Bombarded until comfort is discovered in disarray
Chaos becomes normalcy
Peace is a stranger, serenity is mistaken for the enemy
You thrive in disorder and sabotage yourself
A rabid animal lashing out at help
Violently defending, evading my every attempt to break inside your shell
The embers of betrayal devastated your trust
The flames crackle and swell
Each breath labored
Saturated lungs blankened with every inhale
Alone and secluded, perfectly safe in delusion
Hypnotized by your own lies
Leaping desperation, crashing into impulsive conclusions
Penny thoughts and insufficient hopes
Ropes snap like broken promises
Held by a thread compromised by the weight locked away in your head
Dropping into the boggy water of the minds polluted well
Subconscious tongues conjure demons that utter generational spells
Far from the victim, you're the creator ofΒ this tormenting disposition
Your minds a purgatory, some kind of hell
Reminiscent of cold cement walls, steel slab sleep, confined in a cell
You let these devils in
With cunning wit, calculated and persuasive
A weakened mentality happily consenting, they sink their claws into your soul
Completing the bond of parasitic possession
The circulation of elations pulse is faint
Happiness flatlines into permanent stasis
All traces of joy evacuates your veins
Just a remnant of who you once were
An empty host ****** dry by lament
Too far gone, forever lost in the wilderness of obsession
Infatuated with your own suffering and depression
K J McCarthy
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K J McCarthy  34/M/PA
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