L.M.B

Make believe is comforting,

Loving the sense of security traps you,

False pretense of the being you thought to be you,

Ugliness and jealousy clouds me,

The real me sees the opportunity as deal,

A deal of time and a mission,

I deny myself the gratification,

My reaction?

Derogatory remarks leave my lips with regret,

A mission is a statement,

Producing a product of yourself helps with distinguishment,

All the jealousy I hide destroyed and enhanced me,

My expression is encumbered with all of my passion,

My life is tainted with negativity,

I live in the land of make believe.

 

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