fragile • part ii


i breath in my inhibitions

and let it circulate my brain.

let logic take over

and let my emotions freeze.

but like the titanic

my logic sinks when it meets

the glacial emotional mammoth.

there’s always been a point in our lives

where we ask ourselves

who am i?

what am i doing here?

but you can’t answer it

because you don’t even

recognize yourself in the mirror.

those sunken eyes

and your cool demeanor

don’t fool me.

your lean soul

looks right back at me

and it coughs up its remains

on the bathroom tiles.

i can see that you ate

your carrots and whatever your boss

served on your plate.

your personal life’s a mess

but you keep hacking at it

because you’ve never looked better.


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