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Flip backwards on the spot to wow and distract those around and yourself. Did it work?

Ignore my presence as you work on tempting my stability away. Or is it deliberate? Basking in my ruin as you succeed and watching me sink into defeat, the self-deprecation preventing any drive to fight back.

Those closest to you don’t know the existence of the one who should be considered your everything. What does that say when you hide them away? What else is secret, even from yourself?

A persona of innocence and decency hides a dark lust to be wanted but never really known, shocking all when a slip occurs and you can never replace the mask.

Smudge my progess so it skips out key moments and I’m left running back or giving up, moving forward with no idea what’s going on.

Tick away the tasks until time starts speeding again and your idle moment disappears in an hour of panic you can’t prepare for.

Construct and slot together the pieces waiting years to fit, but even now there’s a noticeable gap to remind you it can never be perfect, you can never succeed.

Product recall for a lie sold created with hope to avoid a harsh truth, but the time is over for deceit and hiding, so return it please and face reality; smile and own it.

Walk into anger and frustration, realising a once-perfect solution has started to tear and you are stuck in the middle, being pulled in half.

A day to relax the mask and experience what being unguarded feels like, not worrying about appearances and enjoying the love willingly surrounding you.