I had another nightmare
In it I became a stripper
And I almost forgot about it
Explains how I was always a drifter
This man is a living ghost
Depersonalization
I asked her “Am I even real?”
Nobody feels my sensations
I stared at him so scared
He laughed
He didn't feel the weight
I panic and I'm frozen in place
I rarely get a break
It's not wrong to see a penis
But everything is fake
At least I avoided complete worthlessness
I need someone who can relate 💓
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Donteatmecows (
Offline) - Published: March 23rd, 2026 05:19
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Comments1
Dreams of being naked are common and reveal our fear of being known yet in this poem it is confronted and as a mirror image asked difficult questions to answer. Well done
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