And Life Goes On...

To be torn Pulled apart A constant state No short phase All brushed off Pretense, a norm  Masks hardened A conflicted mind Wounds from won battles  That feel like lost wars

Trying to find one reason For all the missing pieces The aftermath vicious Time was always finite And control was a delusion Like choice. Perhaps a simulation What else explains Thoughts and emotions, fragile Dissipating like dust And still all trapped in My mind. Relying on strength, superficial Masks so fearsome Yet the memories defile Every precious moment Dead weight to leave behind If only.