Dysfunctional facade…

It’s the wonder that sends the mind into the silence. In between the thoughts that linger with verbal violence. Without words to speak on due to damage control. It’s the disruption that creates the emptiness of home. As the tongue refuses to play. Disbelief recreates the face. Pondering why is it happiness must be sacrificed so others can smile as self’s feelings hide. Too far gone in the mental seems to protect the divide. Round after round emotion shuts due to avoid the pain instead of living. And all that’s trapped behind the eyes is how what should be isn’t real enough to admit there needs be some level of forgetting or forgiving. The wandering within goes on to be too long alone. One tends to break down the cycle of the purpose believing in hope. As time is the factor no one can get back. With life itself playing out on the other side of sighs simply squeezing the fuck outta the facts. The mute can never be heard unless the mime puts on a show. Encouraging others to live as the decisions made while change is the reciprocation forcing common sense to betray growth. Strange expressions make familiar faces appear to be odd. Somewhat unrecognizable due to the dysfunctional facade. Where oh where can the head be buried and still breathe to get away from the confusion? The conditions of acceptance is to play the part or stay away from the illusions. For delusional mindsets gather in circles to be the standard of getting along. But fitting in isn’t for everyone with a thought process worth a fuck so it in its own has a worth. As thumbs twirl, giving up on waiting on things to smooth out. There’s no better time to get on getting on than in the precise moment of the now…