i feel invisable,
like i can do what i want,
and get away with it,
i feel like i have everybody fooled,
only to find that,
the only person i am fooling is myself,
it so easy to be secretive,
and to pretend like i'm in control,
but i think deep down,
i know i'm not really in control,
it the fake kind of control,
i know how to use to get my way,
to make everything perfect,
but it seems to leave me in more pain,
anything to not feel this empthiness,
i'm willing to do,
don't know which way to go,
it seems so easy to just give in,
and take the routh i always took,
even go further,
forget it,
there really no way at winning,
why not just give in?
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