I wonder what it's like
To feel at home in one's own skin
At all times, and in all places
I feel conspicuous and maudlin
My own mind is against me
I fear my very thoughts
My heart is but a stranger to me
Capricious and withdrawn
From all of this I tremble
Somewhere deep within my soul
For others' sakes, I try a smile,
As I shatter and dissolve
What is life, if not a nightmare
Somewhere hidden in a dream?
I could not wake up if I wanted;
You cannot pinch a phantom's skin
May 22, 2019
May 22, 2019 at 3:14 AM UTC
I wonder what it's like
To feel at home in one's own skin
At all times, and in all places
I feel conspicuous and maudlin
My own mind is against me
I fear my very thoughts
My heart is but a stranger to me
Capricious and withdrawn
From all of this I tremble
Somewhere deep within my soul
For others' sakes, I try a smile,
As I shatter and dissolve
What is life, if not a nightmare
Somewhere hidden in a dream?
I could not wake up if I wanted;
You cannot pinch a phantom's skin