I have been through all of this.
I have lived a few lives in my head by the time I got here.
I had to create a narrative,
find a throne high enough so my own insecurities cannot catch me.
I am faking confidence and happiness.
I have been faking everything in the last two decades.
My restless, overthinking mind made
my soul old before time.
Thank God you cannot see this castle of balloons I built to hide in.
You might find a glimpse of something natural inside me to care for
And you might just love me enough to bring a needle to my pedestal.
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