The apparitions cackle-
At last, exasperated crackles
That boon expiration

Have you ever
crumpled beneath
the weight of
your own hands?

have you felt your
skin crawl
at the thought
of your own
solitude?

ashamed
as if things
like this do not happen
to people like you

apologies
as if
the burden laid not
on your own shoulders.
yet the diaphragm
of those who tell you
"it will be okay"

I stare at the ceiling
A heavy sigh escapes
Exhausted
Languish
Tired
Maybe i'll take a rest
And remove my capes
I already did my best
I'll let some of my thoughts escape
and let them cool for a while
They're all already in a pile

Once I come back
I hope I can fill what you lack
but maybe it's all just about acceptance
and not about changing appearance

I also need to clear my mind
my eyes have always been blind
when it comes to my own mistakes
because I don't have what it takes
to be somebody they want me to be
So till then, we'll see

Goodbye for now
Good luck, somehow