In a tired moment, he removed his mask.

Weary from the decades of pretending...there was a sigh.

With wonder, his eyes studied the fake face.

An actor from the beginning -

Lost in a chrysalis of reality -

Never changing, just perpetual metamorphosis.

Hidden pain like a blank stare.

He is worn, bent and withered.

There are cracks in the foundation -

It was flawed from the beginning.

Basing every decision on a lie, there is no redemption.

With or without wearing it...he is the mask.

The only separation is a break from actuality.

A tender hand about to caress -

Looking yet never seeing -

Deep breaths.

Why am I me and does that even matter to you?

Naked flakes...birthing my own existence into oblivion.

Brain traveler...body wanderer -

Many forms...a relative thing.

Sick of health.

Human magnets breathing disease...he is immune.

Don't try to console him...he's too far gone.

As soon as it appears...evolution dissolves birth.

Truth is a butterknife c-section without anesthetic.

Giving up is not an option...

Breathing has never been easy...don't know why I thought it would

Majestic trapeze on the verge of a sneeze.

A chef without hands.

If everybody cared, would anyone lead the way?

Despite the suffering...on second thought...never mind!

Unworthy is the base...incomplete is the norm.

Comfort is a blanket lost long ago...

Eating is starving as I sleep awake.

Eternally guilty of self-defense.

© Samuel Petersen

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