i tried to distinguish
all my awful feelings
from how i really felt
i tried to extinguish
the fire i spread
from the one i lit myself
ripping scar tissue
the scabs on my lips
are these just the cards i’m dealt?
am i the dealer?
do i need a healer?
or more concealer?
a realist with a fake smile
i’ve been in this dentist’s chair for a while
Oct 25, 2021
Oct 25, 2021 at 9:46 AM UTC
i tried to distinguish
all my awful feelings
from how i really felt
i tried to extinguish
the fire i spread
from the one i lit myself
ripping scar tissue
the scabs on my lips
are these just the cards i’m dealt?
am i the dealer?
do i need a healer?
or more concealer?
a realist with a fake smile
i’ve been in this dentist’s chair for a while
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