Life · Poetry



I live in it
The box created for me
I never want to leave my cubicle
Beyond these walls is a terrifying new place
I want to stay
Where it’s imaginary
And if today my bubble burst..
I’ve practiced the art of deniability
I’ve created this small world and made it my home
I know nowhere else
And nowhere else is good enough
I’ve decided my life is better
When it’s just pretend

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