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The Dream vs Reality.🌘🕞
<p><span style="background-color: transparent;"> </span><span style='background-color: transparent; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;'>The Dream vs Reality.🌘🕞</span></p><p><br/></p><p>As a teenage girl, growing up wasn't fun—but it was fun. Seeing my dream blur before me wasn't the life I wanted to live. The psychological traits, the thoughts everyone had about me, the different types of emotions I portrayed... the cuts and the bruises.</p><p><br/></p><p>The inability to suppress my feelings and emotions—my blurry mindset. My hatred towards the outer world. The world’s expectations of me at a very young age, the expectations I had to beat, the experiences that shaped my whole life. Does it all even matter?</p><p><br/></p><p>The real me stared at the mask I wore, now taking over.</p><p>The stranger within laughed at the real me struggling.</p><p>They called me weak and desperate. I called myself introverted and shy.</p><p><br/></p><p>The shadow self called me illusive—filled with illusion.</p><p>Said I was a dangerous weapon the world must not figure out.</p><p>Said I lacked emotions.</p><p><br/></p><p>The real me knew not what it was, but called itself a weakling—crying in the dark room where no one hears, because no one must hear... because no one cares.</p><p><br/></p><p>The polished version of me received comfort, while the real me dreamed of having a roof every cold night.</p><p>The world craved the stranger they loved—and that stranger craved the real one—</p><p>"Because the human brain craves what it can't control."</p><p><br/></p><p>What am I?</p><p>A beast or an angel?</p><p>An introvert or a weakling?</p><p>A tamed sheep or a wolf?</p><p><br/></p><p>Though my emotional disguise received comfort and brightened up the room, the real me—being a dark, shady image—still illuminated a light within and yearned every day to pass through the window and take over...</p><p><br/></p><p>It was past midnight when I woke up, covered in sweat.</p><p>What happened? Was I dreaming? Or... was i really out there, seeking refuge?</p><p><br/></p><p>What becomes of me when I let her in?</p><p>Does she come to take revenge... or let karma do the dirty work?</p><p><br/></p><p>I guess she wouldn’t give karma the job.</p><p>Have I been suppressing the old me all this while?</p><p>I hope not.</p><p><br/></p><p>Is this me trying to suppress the real me,</p><p>or the persona I created trying to take over the real one?</p><p><br/></p><p>Gross. I better get back to bed...</p><p><br/></p><p>As I was about to lie down, I saw a bright flashlight lingering near the window—and i heard a painful moan.</p><p><br/></p><p>Maybe I wasn't dreaming after all.</p><p>The real me is out there… trying to find a way in, without my knowledge.</p><p><br/></p><p>If she succeeds,</p><p>what becomes of me—</p><p>"the calm, sweet girl".....?</p><p><br/></p><p><a class="tc-blue" href="https://twocents.space/insights/tag/keeyra">#keeyra</a>✍🏽</p><p><br/></p>
The Dream vs Reality.🌘🕞
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