Reassurance
I am constantly reassuring myself that its all worth it; but then again, is it?
The camera loves me, the audience roars with acceptance and love.
The mirror portrays a different story.
The story of an unknown entity struggling through every day.
I will never understand why others praise me and hold me so high.
I am not perfect, I am not beautiful, I am no one.
Everyday I fight, I scream and curse my reflection.
Who is this stranger I encounter every day.
What is this strange sense of displacement I feel every ticking minute.
I am at war, a never-ending battle for a victory I don't want.
Why should I fight for a place I don't deserve, a throne I am unworthy of.
I want to know why I feel this way, why I relentlessly misunderstand myself.
I am treading on broken ice, the slightest misstep will send me plunging underneath.
That sound, there it is again.
What is that noise? Howling, Barking, Whimpering?
Is that me?
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