Material things I own
are external manifestations
of innermost desires
and forbidden longings
overlapping, clashing, competing
to find the truest version
I try so hard to conceal
inside the skull and bones
beauty in a jar
vanity of designer togs
play hide-and-seek
with the ugliness of childhood
The high end furniture
objects de art
effectively cover
the contorted self
hollowness acquires
gigantic proportions
to occupy physical space
in subconscious expressions

I can relate to this completely, Reena, and I think this is a brilliant poem.
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I am glad you saw value. Thanks!
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