alienated, a stranger to my world
and while nothings changed, things are new;
alluring, beautiful, encapsulating, entangling
why does it feel like a mirage?
a precariously placed vase
as fragile as a smile
that could shatter at the smallest provocation?
nothing is familiar anymore
where did I go?
who are you?
who were you?
do you really miss
watching blood drip in the sink?
hiding in your personas or systematically isolating?
remember everyone who cared about you?
pushed away so far they never found their way back in your head
so many disguises
nobody knew that person
especially not you