blinding lights, tell me who i am
they reveal the secrets that only i should know
hard as i try, i cant shake my anxiety
it does not control me like others claim
what is this,
this comfort,
this ideal
everyone knows who i am
everyone except me
ironically i've compromised with myself
this acceptance
this conformity
i'm not sure if i like it
i don't know what to feel
so artificial
so unnatural
i lay here and wander
it cant be this hard
im doing it to myself
this isnt artificial
its real
as real as real gets
im still a shallow believer
who must doubt myself again and again
im a thinker
philosophy is my greatest friend
as well as my greatest fear
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True Bi-Partisanship from a growing liberal mind hoping to leave a mark.
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