My mind is but a blur
A remnant of what I used to be.
The voices try to tell me
That I'm not crazy.
But the eyes of others peer
Into the depths of my soul.
They seem to evaluate me
And judge me as a whole.
My dreams haunt my life
As the shadow sweeps me by.
The truth I once understood
Is turning into a lie.
I find myself craving chaos
And wanting to destroy.
It's as if my mind
Thinks the world is my playtoy.
Sep 12, 2016
Sep 12, 2016 at 10:30 AM UTC
My mind is but a blur
A remnant of what I used to be.
The voices try to tell me
That I'm not crazy.
But the eyes of others peer
Into the depths of my soul.
They seem to evaluate me
And judge me as a whole.
My dreams haunt my life
As the shadow sweeps me by.
The truth I once understood
Is turning into a lie.
I find myself craving chaos
And wanting to destroy.
It's as if my mind
Thinks the world is my playtoy.
