you’ve never arrived
and your illusion hasn’t shattered
because it hasn’t mattered
to anyone to take a hammer to it

you are in shadow
hidden from spotlights
a whisper in a gallery
but you lie to yourself

piece together a life from hints
view the world through squints
it is not a mirror but broken glass that glints
you never give an inch


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