Holiday

Today I’ve shrugged my shoulders in the mirror,

probably mistaking myself for a cheater -

My sweet green eyes once so vibrant and magnetic

now just look empty and pretty deadly.

It’s a tedious thing to repeat Mondays -

I always have to clean my little burning carpet,

Anxious and peaky,

Mostly giggling,

I stick to the plan almost like I stand no chance.

Caught in this terrific game of boredom

I feel safe, but it’s abnormal -

A dirty cup of coffee left on my table

will be filled up again within seconds.

I have a plethora of alter-egos I can choose from,

it’s not a secret that my mind is like an untamed storm,

Deafening and "comic",

Truly chaotic,

I stream my favourite song and I start singing along.

Today I’ve found some dusty old pictures,

but I couldn’t understand their emotional mixture.

My red long nails and dark blonde hair

don’t fit so well in this brand-new portrait.

It’s pretty awe-inspiring to be young

and it seems like I always bite my tongue.

Bizarre but beautiful,

Not so merciful,

I keep treading a track not feeling the bones of my back.

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