Plastic promises of compromise,

Empty books of invisible lies,

A world of distance in between,

What the fading words really mean,

The synthetic smell of a fake Christmas tree,

The prophetic spell of the Future Me…

Plastic knives dig just as deep,

Into backs turned away too trustingly,

A synthesis that cuts to my human core,

A part of my head doesn’t work anymore,

This pathetic reminder of living too comfortably ,

The blue has gone cold without green.

Go ahead...say somethin'!

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