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Centre alignment.

Aloof, royally make out you're okay,

yet the bitterness froths from your mouth

like a madcap experiment gone wrong,

sly: dodge, duck, dive and hide,

there is no respite from self any day,

the agony within and the airy without,

your self hurts inside where you don't belong,

what decoration befits you'll never decide.

Dancing along without reason just rhyme,

skipping away in fear of heinous proximity,

ripping away at the paper hasn't helped,

nor chasing the ghosts eating you up,

you'd feel out of place centre-aligned,

nothing but that beautiful proclivity,

hacked into shrieking clipped typeset,

sup another draught from your poisoned cup.

Stabbing away at the words with glee,

deface your own sanctum once holy,

snipping off cheer for the sake of it,

tagging auto-insults on the walls inside,

throwing yourself at the agony seat,

run to love your hate to be lonely,

digging a tomb bespoke and befit,

afraid to return to your centre aligned.