A Conflict

There’s always a conflict-

Between the inner world and outer demeanor

Whether to choose the popular feelings

Or, be an individual who quietly makes a point

With actions and not being typecast

Similar smiles and dialogues

To engage the crowd and enjoy the attention

Incisive and outrageous sense of humor

Exaggerating the deepest insecurity

Waiting for the lampoon’s crown

Happy to be hiding behind veiled sarcasm

Life goes on, the conflict becomes an abyss

The world is torn apart by the indecisiveness

Transform into a sycophant for survival

Debate with the Self becomes a raging battle

The attention from halfwits is the only consolation

A mask becomes permanent and fits well

The sinuous paths of strained nerves are prominent

That’s the face of conflict, and becomes a reality©


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