A conversation with myself...

I used to be in a constant state of denial
a nonacceptance of the matter of existence
essentially repulsing the thing that hurt the most
Rejecting the very norm of traditional living
I have a hard time moving on with eternity

And now I am contradicting myself
a repugnant remnant of my yesteryears
unable to reminisce, imprinted and set in stone
perpetually impugning the truth of the present
a defense mechanism, another lie i told myself
Deceit is a safe place for the fragile spirits

Eventually this farce would reach a point of no return
a boundary and a threshold of the amount of pain one could bare
leaving me unconcealed, pulling away my blanket of incognito
to face this thing we come to know as the reality of the human noise
and be a better person