Self reflections

 Sometimes life feels as though it’s a tasteless fantasy. An epitome of whatever that could fancy me. A call for help would be so lovely but sadness is the only tune I’m answering. What is it, that I cannot see, a simple life is all that I plea. Is who I am, is all that I can be. Frantic begets my thought, in the mirror is the reflection of my anxiety. Afraid to admit I’m broken, because I can never seem to find a piece. Why in the midst of my own happiness, I find myself suffering. So depressing is this song, how can I sing the tune of a different melody. Fate why must I be burdened with the cards that you’ve dealt. If health is truly wellness, why is it that I’ve lost my sense of self. 

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