There is no one.
But me
In this reality
That will stand
Up and down
In my own normality
Broken brained
Mind over the matters
Willing the potentiality
That I will be ok
Iregardless of the screams
No one can hear in actuality
Echoes of phantoms
Bouncing off the walls
That have this cruel ability
Filling me with dread and doom
Making the strength
In my knees a fragility
Burdened with the deals
I made with the personifications
Leaving me with no flexibility
To be anyone other than this one
Stuck and unable to break a promise
Watching over my own absurdity
©wrennie
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