
I have encased myself within my own domain...
A mute success within realities eyes....
I am a hollow mold inside
a wall of curtain mirrors,
reflecting a silent scream
of desired strength.
I travel in neutral gear,
upon a clone's conveyor belt.
The misfit of failure...
The banished outcast...
My soul breathes alone,
within the rules to survive,
a mass of skin...
A nobody...
with broken string...
A recluse within a creator's hold,
to dis-obey a society walk,
no longer tied for a puppeteer
to control or pull.
I am a faceless life within my own spoken world.

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