The minute I saw this word
Something struck me hard
Maybe it was reality staring at me
Or a bitter pinch of truth
This is what it is called
The word I was looking for
This is happens to me
Five times a year
Sometimes less, sometimes more
The protocol is almost the same
The doubts
The insecurities
The smiles
The sleepless nights
The tears
The empty space
And it goes off in a puff
I knows it is false
Just that I dont care anymore
May be the fake warmth
Helps me move on
And protect me from the cold demon beneath
It engulfs me in a bubble of joy
And makes me to move on
Sometimes breathing becomes too difficult
That this aids my living
The clouds come and go
Sometimes with rain and thunders
It also has showers and breeze
Still it goes
Maybe It is not true
But it makes me feel good and safe
The illusion
Something struck me hard
Maybe it was reality staring at me
Or a bitter pinch of truth
This is what it is called
The word I was looking for
This is happens to me
Five times a year
Sometimes less, sometimes more
The protocol is almost the same
The doubts
The insecurities
The smiles
The sleepless nights
The tears
The empty space
And it goes off in a puff
I knows it is false
Just that I dont care anymore
May be the fake warmth
Helps me move on
And protect me from the cold demon beneath
It engulfs me in a bubble of joy
And makes me to move on
Sometimes breathing becomes too difficult
That this aids my living
The clouds come and go
Sometimes with rain and thunders
It also has showers and breeze
Still it goes
Maybe It is not true
But it makes me feel good and safe
The illusion
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