Emotions:

I find myself
A directionless
Wayfinder
A misnomer
For someone
Lost but found
My compass
Off true north
And over magnetised
Navigating blind
What is this space
In which I find myself
Somewhere between
Me myself and me
A Triadic game player
The million-dollar baby
By any other name
Traversing a world
Which I don’t understand
And no longer
Feel comfortable in
Assimilation is futile
And never was an option
Free thinking
A personality default
So why all the confusion
Can I at least agree with myself
External influences aside
And true to my personal beliefs
Reconciliation
A curious amalgam
Of thoughts
And situations
Should I over-explain myself
Or remain misunderstood
And fuck what they all think
All my personas
In unison on this
It’s why I drink Tequila
The preferred tipple of kings
No contradictions in that
Numbing the pain
What’s that all about
Alfie
Does he have all the answers
Is that
A genuine question
When excavating the soul
Does that make me
An archaeologist
Digging up
And articulating
My past emotions

© the Dyslexic Poet™🎩
“your Ringmaster”

Original words and thoughts penned of heart & mind of:
©Warren Mace, A.k.a the Dyslexic Poet™🎩
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