In a pretend world

since I gained freedom from my parents
for the first time I opened my eyes to see
not usually from my mother's lens
and without support from my dad
to hold the candle before me,
I blinded myself with shards of mimic
glass. I decked myself now with the cloak
of arrogance, now I put on the mantle
of humility or in hermit's tatters tangled
myself and won the hearts of many
but my own grew cold. We go back
in circles, I and my mind, never once
reaching the ultimate answer-what would
remain, where there is none to please,
just me in the mirror, no copy, no one
there to see; who I am when the world
fades away, save my inward essence
that outshines any borrowed state
no matter how charismatic.



Poetry by yoonoos peerbocus
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Written on 2025-09-01 at 04:22

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