Poetry

Fraud

I feel like a fraud,
In shadows of doubt, I tread.
What’s real, what’s illusion,
In this maze inside my head.

Am I the only one to wear
This mask of silent dread?
Please share this heavy burden,
Together, we’ll forge ahead.

We are not alone, it’s true,
In this echo of our plight.
Hand in hand, we’ll seek the light,
Finding solace in the night. not alone in this…

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