Thoughts of depression

Dissociation

I'm not me.
Everything is wrong, like a dream.
I'm floating, falling, and levitating all in one.
I feel as if my soul is no longer a part of my body.
It's strange.
I know what I'm doing, but how do I know it's me?
What if the conspiracy is true?
Maybe we're all in a simulation.
Maybe I'm the glitch in the game that's always there, never bothering anything, but also never going away.
Maybe I'm the crack in a windshield spreading all across the glass
Or maybe this is just how my life was meant to go?
I feel wrong.
I feel like my limbs are not attached.
But I know my body is doing what it's doing.
How do I know what's real and what's not?