mistakes shrouded with delight,
intentions backfired,
what was so harmless before,
becomes the leading evidence to convicting guilt.
i am a lion,
standing upright, while my backfeet weary,
God's plan hidden under self assurance.
i am a foreigner,
when distances remain distances,
anonymity becomes charity,
when the same dialect becomes a different tune
i am a timebomb,
time unwinding, anxieties like shrapnel
gaze hypnotic, but you carry bliss
doubt glares beyond trust
i am a -
step on path to ruination,
as charged, diagnosed depression
i need to be...better
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