SELF discovery

Over, and over

I trust you

I open up

Just to fall down that rabbit hole

Tumbling, spiraling

And yet…

I end up right back here

Red pill?

Blue pill?

One makes me wiser

Other makes me see

But what am I supposed to see?

When I look at myself…

Do I even remember who I used to be

Nothing feels right

It’s not the same

My reflection no longer belongs to me

I am not me

She is lost


Among all the imposters

What is knowledge without truth?

How can I trust what’s in front of me?

When I don’t recognize who I even am

How can I ever be free?

Am I the fake in a room full of priceless works of art?

Or am I the masterpiece?

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