My Favourite Corner.

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.



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