Paradox

Exterior is frozen, touch is chilling.
Bloods pumping, internally boiling.

A facade pulled over like
a second skin.
Joy only goes so deep with
misery within.

Faked so many ties, 
just to be with you.
Wrote so many lies,
to erase what's true.

Two half lifes. Dependent/devoid
of truth, neither one will suffice.
Neither one will survive.

The true being

chocked/drowning in lies, 
buried under personas.

In over his head.

Wishing he was dead.
So many faces, none are real.
All facing him, waiting for the kill.

A fraught barter, all in vain.

Companionship for friendship,
walking a meandering divide.
Ready to be pushed over,
he's so close to either side.
They force him to choose,
they pressure him to decide.

Between
what feels right,
and what is right.

A life without decisions
is what he truly desires.

All these voices in his head.
He's spiraling down once again.
Wondering when this paradox will end.