I am a hideous flesh balloon bursting
under the glaring eye of corporate pressure,
beyond the slick teeth of impossible desires,
beneath the weight of a thousand expectations,
in the desolate center of an eternal prison,
on the crumbling outskirts of normalcy,
presenting the thinnest mask to everyone,
the drive for success burnt into an oblivion mote,
the pursuit of anything numb beyond understanding,
a grandiose ego destroyed or set in a cast of shame,
wallowing in the loathing of botched self-realization.
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