Lost.

 I feel lost.

The things around me are all the same,
    yet so different from what they were before.

A sinking despair has taken hold of me,,
    an overwhelming inability to comprehend it all.

So many feelings I must convey,
    eternally waiting for the "right moment" that will never arrive.

I aimlessly wander through every new day,
    directionless actions under the guise of routine.

The masks that I wear become harder to remove,
    an unbearable vicissitude where I no longer know who I am without them.

Acting out the same script every hour,
    no spectator seeing the small changes that impact the show as a whole.

There is no comfort in this rehearsed scene,
    only a lost performer with no direction to guide them.

My only hope is the words I scribble down.
    The manifestation of what my thoughts truly are.




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