Fake it – March 19, 2019

To shelter myself, undercover and alone.

It grabbed me, and pulled me in.

I excelled at the art, spun myself into many colors.

Fake it, until you break it. The chant repeated.

The minutes turned into hours, into days, then years had floated by.

Finally, in one of those countless minutes, I arose.

Cracked and drained.

Depleted and overwhelmed – ironic.

The one second, of the one minute, I realized…

All these years,

I’ve missed out on me.

Everybody’s missed out on me.

You’ve missed out on me.

I broke it.

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