Questions

What is going on?

Every day, voices are background noise

Everything looks blurry, my focus is gone

I often just stay in a numb poise

My thoughts have reduced to a quiet hum

And I don’t talk much anymore

I get more headaches pounding like a drum

The bandage holding me together tore

Why is this happening?

Did I do something wrong?

I’m tired of grappling;

Something that wasn’t there all along

Truths turn into lies

The world is collapsing beneath my feet

Many people keep reaching their demise

I’m starting to feel less complete

Will it ever end?

Constant wars and fights

Laws and rules yet to bend

People protesting their rights

Hate is the center of our lives

Not enough time to be kind

We use words as knives

The blind leading the blind

Is there still hope?

Something that now feels less real

My own sanity I wish to elope

Only to myself am I leal