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Charisma in a Crumbling cave
Not much feels right, but I’ll be okay,
Don’t trip on me — I’ll find my way.
I’m just stuck in a silent scream,
Alone in crowds that kill the dream.
It sucks to see what I held tight
Now bloom for others in the light.
I blinked, I broke, I lost the thread,
While they grew strong, I hung my head.
It hurts when those I gave my soul
Look at me like I’ve lost control.
Like I’m a ghost they cannot touch,
Too far gone, too much, too much.
Each time I cry and wish for might,
I hate myself for seeming bright.
Adored, admired — it’s all a lie,
They see the mask, not how I die.
I shift my goals, I change my plan,
But still I fail — I barely stand.
The results I get, I can’t abide,
No matter how I twist or hide.
It sucks to charm with poisoned grace,
To lead folks into a darker place.
To make them laugh, then watch them bleed,
All because they followed me.
It sucks to see what pain will grow,
To know too much, to feel too low.
To ruin now with future dread,
To live while dragging what’s ahead.
And worst of all — the final sting —
To think I’ve found the missing thing,
Then watch it crumble, rot, betray,
And be accused of foul decay.
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Charisma in a Crumbling cave
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