I see your joy
I hear your tickle
I feel your energy
But I don’t believe it
I see your worry
I feel your pain
I hear your sorrow
But I don’t believe it
You are a shell
You are a whisper
You are a robot
Show me that you truly bleed
Take a lonely stand
Fight a true battle
Sound a true fury
Don’t fake your life
It will end
And you will be buried with no armour
I wince at your tired Rage
I flinch at your hobbled courage
I purse my lips at your muted words
Are you ready?
Can you be real?
I don’t believe you.
Categories: art, identity, mental health, poetry, Psychology
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