The Game

The cold dense darkness
Cave like in nature
Blinded by a facade
The sunshine my preacher
Consuming my existence
The rays penetrating deep
So hot, yet invigorating
The mind plays tricks cheap
Games I’m unable to win
Trapped in a battlefield
Armour wearing thin
The happy smiles fade
My aura runs dim
Lying naked in the shade
My faults blaring bright
The world stares intently
While I put up a fight
Too weak for the mask
No strength left to care


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