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Futile language expression, whats the point?
Invisible ink linguistics;
Feelings imprisoned in a prism.
Cliché phrases and I know what’s best,
I know what I need to do.
I’ve built this glorious cage that shines brighter each day.

Why do I Have to ride the ride again?
Why do I decide to ride the ride again?

Lost in fighting my dark perceptions (I see my own thoughts)
looking for the light that once glistened.
Why do I decide to ride the ride again?
Guilt decays the last ounce of respect I had (I see my own faults)
and I owe all of you all that I have
(and I carry on) upswing, now teetering (I’ll rise above now)
wish I could keep this constant feeling.
Hooded insignificant, Feelings lost on time spent.
Complex control;
Reluctant, Laugh release.
Phoney family photos from the last family guilt trip,
wretched conversations with the socially inept.
Third person’s constant sarcastic laughter,
glimpse of a slaughterd puppy in the mirror.
I know I have to change,
I tell myself that everyday.
Nonexistent words; at least my heart’s open.
The emptiness is only expanding.
BACK AND FORTH, BACK AND FORTH;
coming upon a blind approach,
LIMPING ON FALSE HOPES
limping on false hopes