Hydra

Feelings of being lost and alone, never truly understanding my emotions one moment to the next

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In the labyrinth of my mind, a hydra dwells,
Each head a facet of my being, ever shifting,
One moment, a puzzle with no solution in sight,
The next, a revelation, yet fleeting as the wind.

I am but a vessel, adrift in a sea of masks,
Each one a mask-emotional personality,
A dance of shadows upon the stage of self,
As the hydra within seeks its dominant head.

Do I yearn for the lost echoes of community,
Cast aside by perceptions I cannot control,
Navigating the social landscape with veiled faces,
Each emotion a hydra’s head, vying for supremacy.

Within me, a cacophony of voices,
Each one a mask, a different hue of the hydra,
Yet, in their discordant chorus, a symphony of self,
Lost in the depths of my own complexity.

One memory, many masks, a kaleidoscope of emotions,
Drifting from space to guilt with the flicker of thought,
Disconnected, disjointed, yet intertwined,
Perhaps…