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A Fake Ecstasy
I don’t know whether to love life, or go against it.
I put my fake face on for the world and pretend like it just gets better.
As it keeps spinning I’m just getting worse.
I am addicted to watching these pale bones dance fast.
I am wishing that someday I will be great.
I am watching the future unfold before me and I clearly see what lies ahead.
I will never be happy with myself when I look at you.
I’ve pushed myself to the edge and I can not go any further.
I am not missing anything, but I’m always cold.
I really don’t see a difference when I’m feeling what I’m feeling now.
It feels fake, but I believe I’m content.
I’m the one person who cannot deal with lies.
I will turn my head, walk away, and cry when you ask me if I’m alright.
I have many faces and not one of them like me.
I do my best at all times, and I’m never good enough.
I would love to say this is the old me.
I’m breaking the barrier and I’m someone new.
Let’s start over.
Hello, it’s wonderful to meet you.