Fragments

Little one why can’t you see your worth is so much more then they make you believe? A clouded mind from the lies you’ve been fed, has led you down roads you now regret. But those unhealthy whispers filled with poison flood your ears, bringing those memories rushing back, you know the ones you can’t lock away tight aren’t the only reason you can’t sleep at night, and even though feeling nothing feels blissful a moment can’t last forever, those chemicals won’t hold you tight, wipe your tears, or keep you safe at night, and tell me not a lie do you feel betrayed by yourself for being fooled by your own lie. Yeah I know you can stop any time you want to. A lie you’ve heard and know all too well slips off your lips as if blowing a kiss to a lover your can’t reveal. Are you that foolish to believe the image you’re trying so hard to sell? Each time spoken the lies begin to feel real and when it’s too late, you’ll realize the fate of your self hate the damage you’ve caused in the midst of your self destructive race, looking back it’s 20/20 looking forward is much harder for in that moment you are blind to see anything except the harsh truth. So overwhelming yet you can’t look away. Nothing can be said let’s be honest another lie couldn’t fix this rift no matter how great. Your once damaged but whole mind removes its mask. Before the shock can set in BANG a blast from the past from two Christmas’s past, zooming forward then back, up and down, it hits you like a buckshot point blank two perfect circles burn from the shot gun barrel burn your skin it’s far too late to attempt escape, your realities are all lies and lies are realities or wait is that it can you count all the splits? Fragments and torn pieces left of what’s real, in that split second of clarity you see now you’ll never get back to who you used to be. You’ll never be the same, capability to hold reality and know it’s the real one is missing the puzzle remains undone. Real what’s real that hair grey and black matter like a burn scar that can’t heal. The illusion of who you are can’t handle the chaos, however this light isn’t one you can turn off. Careful not to follow what seems to be that which is real this labyrinth isn’t the kind you can just defeat. For as long as you hid in that smoke and glass you fed this beast so well it grew in rapid succession, fear, pain, and insecurities kept its appetite fulfilled. No crystal ball here this isn’t a vision I’ve already seen this episode it seems to be stuck on repeat. Year after year the same situation just different faces. The path is easy to find no map required even easier to follow getting back now that’s what really makes your story the smooth surface turns against you, you’ll quickly see it’s deceit recurved thorns lay straight for you each scratch produces a painful memory. Keep going you’ll make it or turn around and accept defeat just remember the truth isn’t always as it’s glorified to be. The choice remains yours and while it’s free, the consequence is not full payment is due, no empathy nor compassion will you find in the reflection staring back and after all this will you recognize you?