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Did it ever even occur to me

That I'm not the gentle person you see

Maybe I'm just a deluted drifter

Who got lost in another person's tale



Maybe broken glass and burning stars

Have intoxicated me beyond resolve

And maybe I'm dead, maybe I'm not

Whatever the situation, I feel emptiness



And yet I can wave my hand in apathy

And pretend to love and then fall to my knees

Holding in tears eventually creates a problem

When you forget the trick in releasing them



And when propaganda seems like decoration

And virtual reality exceeds the alternative

Then it has become definite

We have a problem



It feels as if my life has fallen prey

To another's selfish needs today

But here I am without another

Without a need and without a bother



Though you're always there, always near

I wish I could share these fears

But I'm convinced, though I know I'm wrong

That you would misunderstand this cry gone wrong



Know what?

This poem sucks.

Bite me.