Opaque Reality

The roles of humans and animals have been reversed

There is no straight path anymore

They scream outside

While I scream inside

Accusations of me

Dripping like blood

From my cracked head

“It’s not even my business

So why are you making it

So personal

To let me hate you?”

I am sick too, but I have to work

I won’t tell you what worries me

As you will use it against me, I’m sure

Same as the others, there is no difference

However

There is a difference

Between this and the closing of your world

In front

Of a friend

Standing there, asking what’s wrong

And the friend simply won’t talk

Making a king of himself

Also accusing me of not knowing anything

So, is it a friend, a foe, a frenemy?

“I don’t know” – that’s the casual response

Obscured by a blurred vision

Of a content creator

Which I am not

As I always called myself an artist

Yet someone forgot to notice it

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June – October 2022

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Thank you for reading!