Regret
I deny it, I deny it. It won’t be true if I don’t say it loud. Here am I standing in the crowd, in my disguise. Silently, I am watching myself act. Sometimes I forget about it, and even about myself. Is this pain to be redeemed someday? Shall I rise from my pain? This social life, patterns, ways of living make me feel unwilling. They make me feel shallow and lost. Lost? Yeah, lost. Which road should I choose? Oh god, rip my soul out of my body and tear it into one hundred pieces!
bynobluesky.
