Life In Illusion

By Adri Roothman Buys

Underneath it all my skin crawls in discomfort.
Yet to the naked eye, I seem to stand tall.

Underneath it all, an internal battle
against the weakness of my greatest enemy – my inner self.
Yet to the naked eye, I seem to stand tall.

Underneath it all my structure disintegrates,
microscopic pieces falling and falling, in a kaleidoscope of emotions.
Yet to the naked eye, I seem to stand tall.

Underneath it all,
life is brittle and holding its breath.
Yet to the naked eye, I seem to stand tall.

I guess, it is all an illusion!

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