Smoke and mirrors

Those mirrors that are in the fairground

that make things bend and stretch

look funny. I should laugh

but instead i find myself confused by who i am


and so i find emotions

taking over me

they tell me not to let them rule me

but hell i can't even feel any more


things are rather bleak at the moment

blue and soulless, too.

but no doubt normality will return

i'm just not sure it's real


i'm so confused.

The End

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