In the quiet corners of the mind,
Where shadows twist and coil tight,
A whisper echoes, sharp and clear,
"Trust no one, the world’s a blight."
Smiles flash with eyes too bright,
Yet cracks reveal a hidden game,
Laughter rings with mocking tones,
As thoughts spiral down in pain.
"All is well," they softly say,
But the mind refuses to agree,
Pulled by forces deep within,
Through a maze of what might be.
Reality blurs, a cruel dance,
Gaslit by a world unseen,
Is the grip slipping, or by chance,
Is it just a fractured dream?
Silent screams, desperation grows,
Trapped within a fractured view,
Peace remains an elusive ghost,
In the struggle to find what's true.
Though the world claims safety here,
A frantic dread still lingers near,
For in the dark, the mind does fear,
The shadows that forever adhere.
Someday, perhaps, the fog will lift,
And shadows no longer cling,
But until then, it drifts and sifts,
Through the whispers of everything.
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