isolation
deliberate isolation no doubt
but still hurting
every day
it hurts
every day
internal misery
pull yourself out, man!
i scream at the mirror
with art, your amazing shit
or maybe another round of unhealthy autoeroticism
sometimes the mirror listens
sometimes it don't
and still it's alive
and still something is moving
you always got what you wanted
the master of your realm
so many times you doubted
what was already certain
you are a god
a creator
a celestial
climbed Olympus more than once
frowned upon by whole cities
and still fucked the actress from your favorite movie
scorched timberlands of invasive plants
yet still managed to create a sanctuary
sadly again you are lost to fear
lost to unconstructive reflection
talking down on your achievments
listening to alien and stucked-up opinions
of all people, especially you, should not
you are a transformer
you transform even without trying
made the worlds in your head a physical reality
again and again
and here you are filled with anxiety
a faggot around the uptight
an incel around woke
a nazi around the blacks
and a commie around the whites
boring
bored
uneducated hump or genius mage
a little bit of everything one would think
you do run, run run
away from them
and you do run, run run
away from you
run some more, maybe
run until you transform
transform again and again
until there is no telling what you are no more
a new essence
a new monster
hopefully one you can trust
