When did I last shower?
I cannot recall.
Where are my books?
I am unsure.
Did I really lock the door?
Of course I did...
But, perhaps, I actually did not??
I don't remember!
Wait, which line was I on?
I cannot concentrate.
Did I say that in my head or with my mouth?
...
So fuzzy in my head,
so hazy are these memories,
and yet I am completely sober.
I can never differentiate between memory and imagination--
surely it should not be this hard!
Then why do I struggle so?
Ah, yes, it is the panic bugs,
constantly imagining scenarios and filling my brain with nonsense.
How clever you think yourself,
and rightly so, I suppose,
for I always fall for your silly tricks.
I am but a confused fool at their mercy,
constantly in fear of their next move.
The bugs play their mind games,
completely in control of me,
and all I can do is smile and say "I'm ok"
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Monsters Inside My Head
PoetryWARNING: Some pieces may contain triggers for those who struggle with any form of depression or self harm. Please read with caution. I will often rearrange the chapters in the way I see fit, so please be patient and keep that in mind. This is my fir...
