Me and Me

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My building blocks
are a cover for 
the actuality underneath.
I hide the core, 
the spiraling out, 
the pain
with plastic 
sentiment.
The outer shell
seals out the 
resentment 
long enough for 
me to get home
and deconstruct.
People only see 
the shell, 
the pieces too
cheap to hold the 
whole thing together.
They don’t see the 
truth, the distorted
lumps of fury 
wedged
inside
the false exterior.

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