Feb 15
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The things i told myself

Apparently my silver skin does not reflect anything more than an unseen image
My spirit as gossamer as running water
Spiraling down a drain

Apparently i am a ghost
Who roams the halls of the forgotten
Only to be lost in my own disease invested thoughts

Apparently the world moves faster than my heart beats
Because I'm always spun around in a haze of confusion
With the slow thump of a drum beating in the distance

Apparently i am invisible
My shell of a body too hollow to see the person that lay inside

That's why you avoided me
That's why you all avoided me
At least that's what i tell myself