in the back of your thoughts,
the back of your mind,
the depth of your soul.
It's tearing, pulling, tugging
ripping you apart until the wall is gone
until your security crumbles
and everyone can see what's underneath,
the little dark spot.
It doesn't stop haunting your happiness
ruining you serenity
killing your calm
creating the chaos that rules your life
from the inside.
That damn dark spot
it tugs on the edge of your smile.
Because it's fake,
it's all an act,
a play,
a game.
No matter how many colors, faces, layers
you put on it, it burns.
It eats away at everything you want
your hopes,dreams, ambitions.
All is destroyed because the
burning of the dark spot.
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