Confusion about illusion and what I’m meant to be
I scan all of the faces wondering who is free
I listen to the voices , outside and in my head
I wonder who it is, that’s sleeping in my bed

My intuition’s strong
But not always has the words
To tell me how to say
The things that should be heard

My heart that wants to save you
Hopes to save myself
The mirror and the window
To my mental health

I know that there is more
to accepting so much less
but then parts of me ignore
the signs of my success

I intend to find collusion
With a higher grace
To let go of delusion
And create my space.

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