Disjointed, invented memories:
All that fueled my hatred—cured
As quickly as l divulged my demons.
Inside my cascading void,
Multicolored confetti erupts,
Blinding me, yet shading me
From the penetrating Sun.
I'm all genuine smiles with nothing behind them;
No longer hollow but lacking substance.
Was I correct to be kind
And just throw away
My most fascinating affliction?
I am walking on air
For I've completed the puzzle,
But the gleeful conclusion of my story
Only causes sorrow, for it's over.