Depersonal

two.

How can you tell? Are you really awake?
Between the numbness and this heavy haze,
Count the colors and you'll see,
Disconnected from reality,
Soon every hue will fade to grey,
Mind, body, soul, all becoming prey.

And when the walls melt down around you,
Your foggy brain impounds you.
Tasteless, lifeless, trapped inside.
No, you'll never feel alive.
What's happening, you fragile girl?
Is this how you'll always see the world?
Is this the way you're supposed to be?
Were you just built differently?
You're floating by your toes,
Inside a sleepless, vivid dream.

Are you afraid?
Do you feel real?
Can you escape,
Learn how to feel?
Or will you remain,
Imprisoned in your brain,
And never to escape,
Forever an amorphous shape?