It feels like an acid shower
melting me down in these late hours
decapitate me and tear me apart
too many thoughts; don't know where to start
where to go or who to be
or which life is right for me
The things I love take sacrifice
and a little luck, like rolling dice
they say to do what you love most
but fear- it haunts me like a ghost
mom says "if its too good to be true
it probably is; its tricking you"
so is it really just a dream
to fall apart like un-stitched seams
never more than a wishful thought
a pensive reverie that cant be caught?
And so I fall inside my head
through endless thoughts inside my bed
trying to hide in endless night
from nightmares of the morning light
-L.J.R
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