Real Eyes Realize Real Lies.
When your high self-esteem is articulated as arrogance.
Friendly Fire.
I used to be indecisive, now I'm just not sure.
I ignore.
I insult.
I abandon.
I am beating myself up again.
Why do I find it increasingly difficult to forgive myself?
Yesterday mindfucked, today heartfucked.
3:31am with images of a nightmare.
The protagonist was dead.
He was now the antagonist and she was the victim.
I asked for a revelation to appreciate the downfall of my sister, but instead I got a dream filled with fear to straighten out my feelings and bridge the gap with her, ignoring reasons and rationalizations.
I am frightened. I am guilty. I am flawed.