IN THE I

up i was turnt
out totally burnt
couldn't focus
too much hocus pocus
no present
useless thoughts spent
no forward action
outside distraction
lost connections
no directions
reinvention
posing...pretension
no joy
empty void
self sabotage
afraid...a mirage
trip guilted
movements stilted
chasing dreams
running after me
caught up
deconstruct
no more lies
removing veil
dropping guise
looking self
in the i