You are the Master of Illusion,
Masking all the time.
How? How you can resting in the night?
Knowing that you are trying to fit in everywhere
Knowing that perfection doesn't exist
...
But you keep trying and trying and trying
Just to be someone you're not
How? How you can resting in the night?
Hiding behind dark patterns
Having nightmares alone with the voices,
inside your mind.
...
How? How you can resting in the night?
Being the master of illusion,
No one cares about your pain,
No one cares about your feelings,
Just put on another mask and everything will be OK.
...
But when night comes around
And you are alone in your bedroom
Knowing no one will appear
To see your scars and fight,
Soo How? How you can resting in the night?
"Lucripa"
About the Creator
Lucripa
-x Just a rant! x-
A Failed Artist, A Disillusioned Poet, An Underpaid Game Show Host
I took my son and niece to Gori, a small town in Georgia where Joseph Stalin was born. They talked me into visiting the Stalin's Museum, the largest in the post-Soviet space. I had resisted going there because I just can't stand the monster and know enough about him, or so I thought.
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Well written I love this 🦋🏆🦋