Great Illusionist

I am the great illusionist. I
Dazzle my audience, leave them in awe,
Make them question everything they saw.
I am the great illusionist, I
Am the feeling contortionist, I
Bottle them all up inside, raw
Emotions hit the pit of my gut like your jaw
Hitting the floor, the stress soars
The bottle starts to break, crack
Under the pressure I bend, snap
The world presses on my shoulders,
If only Atlas knew these wonders
So weak this shell upon my soul
Crumbles and miraculously holds
All the divine power I need
To make everything normal or so it seems
Not even Zeus can wield the strength to tear it down
Though words can make my soul inside drown
With the tears I hold inside, the shell never to leak
The water building inside me I shriek
Chaos is upon me, the Titans of pain
Furies rip me apart and start the slain
Of all of the good, and true that’s me
Not this façade I can hardly see
The difference between good and bad
The Chaos inside me, devouring, living off the mad
Sad, dark emotions that drives the shell
The lightness of heaven and the darkness of Hell
Embodied in one that becomes me
Shapes me, strips and rips me to shreds leaves me
Broken, shattered, tattered, nothing more and nothing less
Than what part of me is me
The shell no longer protects, but leaves a distorted mess
All I was is no longer, the pain subsides
Because a shell cannot feel
All it can do is Be
The shell that has now overthrown me
I was the great illusionist,
The feeling contortionist
The embodied Chaos
The empty shell
Now stands
Where I Once
Stood.