Navigating the tumultuous waters of the mind
You give something meaningful and intangible
It's returned unwanted
Overwhelmed in shock
You retreat into what you know
What's always been there
While you try to shake the dangerous thoughts
Trying to rebuild
By tearing down the wall
So I can trust again
Miss what you thought you knew
Not knowing if it can be regained
Try to sort the fact from fiction
What was once considered a source of strength
Was it merely an illusion?
The line between love and hate is so thin
Which is the true illusion?