all the things ive written
are all the things i have yet to see
play out
in reality
i feel like its all in my head
sometimes
like im going to wake up
and realize ive been living
a lie
am i dying inside
do i know who i am
really
have i simply chosen to live the life
that is before me
who am i becoming in this place
where i hide my intensity
from the outside
have i locked myself
in a room made of mirrors
where i can see out
but no one can see in

k.g.

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