Confusion


A broken gift i have been given,
its just an easier way to drown,
the constant in-consistent thoughts,
of my unexplainable love,
a true talent it takes,
to hide the monster inside,
and frame the man on the outside,
to be the picture you want to see,
im the cover of the nameless magazine,
with the contents of tragedy unspoken,
it is the demon that helps me,
its what makes my body pure,
while clarity comes easy to you,
dark clouds cover my existence,
just remember im still alone,
even when im with you,
a different perspective to throw at you,
probably just to confuse you,
which i know will,
because im lost too.

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