Dayn Schulman


Disfigured

See how it all happens?
Too still to notice,
Disfigured.

I can only hate
That which I
Loved, admired.

The formalities
Are asinine, and
Stupid.

Just get on
With your life,
Silly.

I am talking
To myself,
Incessantly.

The details
Are confusing
And really true.

The only way
To know thyself
Is to die.

 

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