Poetry

Cloudy Skies

They never see it,

I can’t reveal it

The face behind my face

The unbound ID

It only roams free in the dead of night

To run through my dreams

To crush and beat the deceptive me

The acceptable me

But when the clear light of day shakes me to reality

It retreats

It knows it will never break through the veneer

The illusion, which is me

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