Poetry Sessions: Facade

Holes of fear deeper than a ditch

As fear of failure swallowed me into quicksand.

Lack of security shook the unstable grounds collapsing all around me

My soul whirled out of control as insecurity brewed at the core

Unable to adapt to change, my lungs tighten up at every ambiguous turn.

But the fraudulent ego stood tall and strong

Unapologetically ignorant.

As inauthenticity ruled the world, a familiar smile grew.



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