Who was I when molded?

Surely not, the me of today

False representations

Smudged over glass views.

Hiding time, where

Hypocrites tend to smile;

Tears that shower, mud water.

Cycles of life, washed and

Hung out on confusion;

Thrilled by calamity,

Feeding leeches with impurities.

No filters, minds clogged

Lack of spring clean, lazy!

To the best of ability

I fall, I smile, laugh at myself; in
This reality of placement–

Fulfillment, consistent
Seldom thoughts of happiness.

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