my shadowed twin,A gift wrapped in silence, tightly bound,In this stillness, thoughts take flight,A jester mocks my missed embraces."What ifs" linger like spectral forms,Haunting the paths I dared not roam,Built by hands that ache and bleed,Yet here I stand, a captive of myself,A prisoner to the clamor within.
My mind, a wild stallion,Feasting on doubts, weaving deceit—"You’re safer here, in this quiet,Joy blooms far from the sting of loss."Yet the knife's edge glimmers,Peeling layers, revealing shapes,An artist erasing their own portrait,Crafting masks that smile yet sink.
How odd the words I let slip,"Just push through; tomorrow shines bright,"While I sit in my fortress of sorrow,Sinking in the tide of regret,Longing for waters to recede,To find the self I once cherished,Trapped in thoughts, clawing at walls,Constructed from fear, yet shunning help.
I wear this mask, a guise of strength,Feigning the rise and fall of days,Rushing through moments,Wondering at roots of this deep ache—What spell has woven this fate?Journaling my heart like a script,Hearing echoes of my own voice,In this cave of solitude,Lost to the rhythm of my own stillness.
Glimpsing the shattered glass below,Wondering who I am, what I’ve become,In this cell—will escape find me?Feeling the breeze through the cracks,Wishing to drift far away,Forgetting the weight of my sorrow,Oblivious to the mask I wear,My thoughts race—do you truly wish to seeWhat lies beneath this crafted cheer?
The demon tucked away,This false façade, a ruse for all,Yet overlooking what’s hidden deep—What would he say, the true me?What does he desire, does he pretend,Faking this joyous life, yet waitingFor the curtain to fall?
What’s beneath this mask,As I sit in silence, alone,Replaying moments, questioning What I should have changed,Never seeing the pieces lost each day,As I cling to this mask—But it’s my mask,Telling myself it’s simpler this way.
