I find myself
Rather trapped amidst the
Thoughts that plague my mind
Things of beauty turned
Ugly and dark
Disturbed patterns
Of no control
And weak attempts
At tricking the perverseness
Into something healthy…
It’s not bad
It’s reality
But it is creeping dangerously
Bombarded by how they view it
And its all I know…
So tell me…
What is real?
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