The worst thing you can do is be fake
Pull on a mask and recreate a new identity
Regardless of the things that could be at stake
Like the frequent outbursts of anger, a reason to question ones’ sanity
Continuous mental turbulence, comparable to an earthquake
It’s been so long, remind me again the meaning of the word serenity
Although already accustomed to paranoia, I fear the hate that creeps into my bed at night so I lay awake
While you rain down even more fowl unpleasant obscenity
I’ll be sat quiet in my favourite corner enduring this excruciating sensation called heartbreak.
Love,
A
X
Akunna Ezekwem 