The middle.
What is the middle?
The disregarded space between two idols?
A place where your identity is compared-
To those that came before you.
After you.
The weight beared on your shoulders-
the silent tears that fall.
The mask used to conceal
the emotions that lie beneath;
Because no one understands.
The fog surrounding you so thick that
even you have forgotten
what the pain feels like.
The smile that everyone loves-
that no one sees through;
because it has become a part of you.
Your features stretched and contorted
into a masked used to conceal;
the lies that have begun to consume you.
Because no one understands.
This is the middle.
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