It’s shocking what the truth beholds, A fake smile plastered on our faces like decorations plastered over walls for Christmas. We build our houses on foundations from deceit, lies and made-up stories. We become murderers in disguise. We kill our joy and turn back, mourning endless pain and sadness. We are the ones that let negativity get to us, the ones that slowly intoxicate our bodies with the poison of _I’m not good enough_ disease. This is a rare diagnosis a lot of people feel but can’t name. Holding on to what cannot be ours, what cannot be real. We are the architects that fail to draw and construct a future with materials we’ve been given. We hate to work with the known to get the unknown. We cause our own misfortunes, not anyone else, because that someone else also has his or her own misfortunes to handle. Let’s not die behind the mask. Pull the decorations off the wall one by one and show the rot. Perhaps you ain’t the only one. --- My official poem for today... whew...hard work 😁🙏