neon light

buzzing
flickering
lighting up the bathroom maze
the neon light reminds me of a
naive haze
a fog in which I used to find meaning
arranging my thoughts
becoming a being

now I'm a million people at once
everyday a different mask
fresh out of the mold
each face I put on is stern and cold
and the words I speak are not really mine
to be different nowadays is committing a crime

but at night when I get ready for bed
under the neon light the mask begins to melt
dark circles appear on my face
and I'm spent
I lay down
close my eyes
and meet my real self

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