thoughts that ravage

by Youknowwhy

February 1, 2018

To the deceit within,

I had a dream disturbing my mind,

in the waking hours of the day.

It made me sad

And I cried while it fooled around in my head

Once when the moon was blue,

and on the 34th of every month,

the dream left in me alone

But, still the daydream could fade

fast as a parched rose

or as quickly as a three-legged turtle

Only it was always sure to leave a gift

wrapped up tight in my brain

The gift was denial the dream had ever been

denial the dream was even real

and my brain felt red anger at it's own stupidity

Denial, and burning anger

My brain believed I was a fraud

And who needed to fix a fraud?

Frauds crave attention,

They don't need help

And so my dream lived on

my dream lives on

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YouknowwhyFeb 1, 2018

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