Swirls within me
So familiar,
Yet not nearly as tangible
As emotion demands.
It's tiring, really,
Being host to this
Elusive epiphany.
My thoughts press on
Redundantly,
Too proud to find rest
And too rebellious to accept peace.
My skin is the curtain drawn,
Heavy drapes forming a barrier
With peculiar authority;
A classic disguise.
Age 25