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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