I don’t know what is real anymore., by paige b.

paige b.

I don’t know what is real anymore.

I fear

That now

There is no real me.

I wear a mask of personality

And pretend I’m happy.

I do not know

If anyone knows who I am anymore.

My different personalities

And fake emotions

Have become so real, so tangible

That they have crushed the real me.

I do not tell the truth anymore

Because I don’t know what you want to hear.

I am afraid

And now I don’t even know if my fears are real.

There is no real me

And I have become such a good actor

That my acting has become a reality.

I pretend

And I wish

That I could feel more inside

Than I feel now.

I am now nothing more

Than an empty shell of what I once was

And I’m not sure

If I will ever be full enough

To feel more than

Cracked

And crumbling.

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