Skin thin as a moth’s wings

 I’m in a world of Euphoria.

Untouched by time but settled in dust

 “Her heads’ up in the clouds” they say

You want the truth; I simply can’t find my way

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O

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They think I’m lost in a daydream

But really I’m caught in deep-rooted thought

I don’t want them to see the real me

Nor do I want them to think I’m not

The real me is vulnerable, lost, and confused

They need to see me for my

Confidence

Intelligence

Determination

But honestly I’m in a complete inward deterioration

I stare at my reflection a split second to long

My hair hangs in loops that quietly resemble my mind

My skin is scarred to charcoal

The bags under my eyes are designer

I choke on air like a fish who isn’t meant to be above water

So I straddle myself in a world of Euphoria

Thin as a moth’s wings

But look closely and you will see my veins

Vulnerable

Lost

Confused

But hey what do you know

“Sorry, I was in a daydream”