Seeing Through
The Exposure of Manipulation and Control
unrecognizable routine
jesters parade
only the finest charade
deaths grip absolute
promises once boasting merit
empty, false
The epidermal shell quivers
someone else inside
echoing, voice bleak
infinite dusk surrounds me
comfort the finest falsehood
relinquish all meaning
deaths puppet
mirrored reflection charred
Who am I? Where have I gone?
This is not what was guaranteed
Lifesize marionette
only breath to swell lungs
fed through these strings
track marks left behind, whose race?
Roots run deep
Cherishing you for so long
once warm loving hand
frail, grotesque
letting go, slate released
consciousness renewed
vibrant crisp breath inflates the lungs
existence never tasted this good
opaque vision now clear
internal essence nearly squandered
through dishonesty's grin
reading crooked teeth
everything hidden was made known
About the Creator
Curtis Woodcock
Adhd diagnosed individual squandering all of his potential due to low dopamine and the never-ending chase for it. Working on understanding my own bullshit.
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