I’m not sure if I’m breathing to live
Or living to breathe.
I catch myself on off days
When the reflection doesn’t match
what’s on the inside,
A mutation of what my surroundings
Have forced me to imitate.
“Peace, peace” they say,
Deep inhales and exhales, I repeat.
But I am holding it in
Blue in the face I’ve become
A cold corpse of a person
Concealing signs of despair and anger
Into what is unknown