Before you I mumble,
I am lost.
Before you these truthful words have no sonority.
Before you I question the certainty of my own innocence.
Before you, the proof of my transparency smoulders into ashes.
I'm in a dilemma of truth and lies,
but these lies have become conjuring truths before my eyes.
Even if my tears drip down and forge crystals to pierce the quiet earth,
wouldn't they be meaningless?
Your presence rids me of their perception of me.
You've created an alter ego of myself;
a fake reality that only you can see,
a reality I know does not exist,
a reality forged from nothingness.
YOU ARE READING
Anxiety and Things that Shatter
Poetry"Anxiety, you are lightening and a thunder only I can hear. In my despair, you wear an intimidating smile like a glittering stretch mark on the skin of the horizon." Cover by @DeathsDarkSoul
