Sinking because
you’re feeling rebellious,
swimming because
you are told to.
Visage
alienated from outside world
as if the
outside world cared.
Relentless
and cruel
is the
cloud above your head
reminding you of your misery.
Blue hair
against a
backdrop of insincerity
and cheating
and a crime
yet to happen.
Stars.
They say
you are not mine
and I
should be walking out as I speak your name
twenty thousand
times.
Sounds.
They bring
out the worst in you
And you entrust
them with steering you away
from this
inevitable feeling,
from this
stark reality.
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