its in my bones
this growth
an insecurity so deep
you could never extract it
I look in the mirror
to see a face I don't recognize
so lost in confusion
I suppose its in my eyes
I search high and low
for what I don't know
waiting for signs
from angels in the skies
that may or may not exist
I walk on this plane
try to keep myself sane
my head in the sky
the clouds taste like cane sugar
on my tongue
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