This Isn't Real

I'm living in a mirror,

Some kind of strange facade.

None of it makes sense-

Just some twisted mirage.

My waking moments are trapped in a dream

What does this constant noise mean?

I can't focus, I can't think

This madness is quicksand and I can only sink

Almost rambling, scrambling for a piece of reality

But the words don't want to leave, fighting my sanity

It hurts to breathe, it hurts to be

My own worlds are trying to kill me

I am an exile, have been all the while

Plastering on my instant smile

Tears of blood are hard to beguile. 

The End

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