Mad World

Gathering shards to build their own glass.

Using the pieces to cut humanity into chucks of truth.

The process is as hard to swallow as the outcome.

Chocking on pain.

It’s hard to live peacefully.

Gasping to breathe the toxic air.
This is a mad world.

It is harder to stay sane when you’re fighting every day.

This is not okay, but it is what it is.
Using my fists to break walls that I’ve built.

A mad world to play in.

Dressing dolls for prom that wasn’t planned.

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