The Door

Lutalican

I don't know who I am anymore

Lately I don't recognize

The person I see in the mirror

I live in an alternate reality

That's no hyperbole

 

What's wrong with me?

Have I lost my grip on actuality?

Someone open the latchkey

To my rationality.

Seeing things that aren't there

Hearing voices out of no where

 

Trapped the door I can’t find

The fine line of reality

Is fragile like twine

I find myself wanting to leave this world behind

And sink into the recesses of my mind

 

I never knew what freedom meant

Until I learned what prison means

What used to be my escape is now my cage

My conscious is a cell that has me locked away

I can feel my confidence start to sway...

 

  • Author: Lutalican (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 30th, 2020 14:59
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 26
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