Dysphoric 

​I woke up

And there it was, and so I thought

I had escaped it

Staring, glaring and snarling with it’s

Devilish curses
At least it was a temporary flee

From it’s grasps during the night

Only to fall into its’ gripping

Of my self identity and

Stripping me of the little securities

I even had
Still standing up to voice myself

For I am not going to keep

Letting it fool me

Into thinking I am not myself

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