#identityconfusion
Is this place a funhouse?
...Or a madhouse?
I lean, into the asylum mirror,
to gaze, beneath my own
ramshackle facade
without falling into the rabbit holes,
of empty Alice eyes.
... Just who the hell, am I?
As the image, distorts,
and shifts
****** like fingertips, smearing
the surface,
of a still-developing Polaroid...
I feel empty,
like maybe my soul
is just that one burned wall,
where everyone comes,
to crush out, their cigarette.
Feb 28
Feb 28, 2026 at 8:20 AM UTC