Dichotomy

Out

Please... stop it. Just. Stop. Shouting!

Chronic sadness plagues the ins and outs of my plea,

I can't feel the world around me.

I'm supposed to be in my body, but...

I can't, I don't, I feel drafted.

Cold, calculating, plastic.

Who can I trust, who will hurt me?

My friends don't feel like friends, my family look like strangers...

I see them but their faces are all smoke and mirrors.

The world is going up in flames.

I'm stuck, stuck here, stuck in the version of out of my mind,

Turning, turning, falling, what is reality?

How can one be certain, the beating of my heart is actually who I am?!

CAN ANYONE HEAR ME!?

My head hurts... well, it could be worse.

I should just be normal, why can't I be?

Manic thoughts and wondering why,

I should be what they say... This isn't for me anyway.