Feeling out of my element, out of alignment,
Searching for home, though I don’t know where to find it.
I’m an old soul adrift in a sea of noise,
A vessel with no anchor, a voice drowned by the void.
This world is cold, biting like winter winds,
Hardships have me switching off and on, like a light bulb, dimmed.
I’m attempting to work with the cards I’ve been dealt,
But the weight of the deck has me questioning myself.

Often, I find I’m becoming someone else,
Chasing reflections that fracture and melt.
Feeling out of touch, a stranger to my own skin,
Out of alignment, caught in the whirlpool within.
The rhythm of life beats against my chest,
But my steps falter, my soul begs for rest.

I try to adapt to being evil,
But deep inside, I’m a poetic angel.
A paradox trapped in flesh and bone,
Yearning for a truth this world won’t condone.
Gazing in the black mirror, trying to find
Half of my reflection, the other half blind.
The shards show me pieces I don’t recognize,
A mosaic of shadows that fill my skies.

I wear masks to survive, but they suffocate me,
Every breath borrowed, every heartbeat fleeting.
They say the world...