corpse.

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 

Staring blankly 

Into what is unknown 

And bleak. 

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