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Thoughts of the Damned

By Gabriel McCulloch

Every day.
I’ve gotta wake up to the sound of an irregular voice.
I’ve gotta eat my food.
I’ve gotta make a lunch.
And nothing changes.

Every day.

I’ve gotta get cleaned up, not like I have a choice.
I’ve gotta get everything else ready.
I have to put on this Mask of Happiness.
And nothing changes.

Every day.
I’ve got to act like my normal self, to let my thoughts rejoice
I’ve got to pay attention to every miniscule detail.
I’ve got to socialize with the friendly part of me.
And nothing changes.

Every day.
I come home,
Relax,
Take off the mask I once used to be,
And bathe in the sunlight,
Where one day, the light will set me free.
I get a new feeling.

Finally, After All This Time, Something Changed.
Then It Repeats.

I’m not scared anymore.
I can afford to share these thoughts.
Because one day,
I will take this pen and paper,
Banish my insecurities,
Erase my obscurities,
And make the art that shows the real world who I am inside.
Releasing all of the worries from the outer world,
And encouraging the voiceless others to do the same.

Have you ever thought about a world just like this one…

But you don’t exist?
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Heh… I feel the same way too, “friend.”
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