Why does my heart feel so out of place?
Like the walls closing in, no room for space.
Not able to breathe, my hands on my face.
So wide awake, I can't even blink.
But is this a dream? I can't even think.
It's so cold, but where am I though?
Lost in a crate, nowhere to escape.

I know this isn't a trick.

My mind is corrupted, the pictures are blank.
Tainted, stained, I think I've been framed.
Nowhere left to go, I guess I'll just go with the flow.
Looking out below, while my life goes slow.
There's no door nor there are floors.
No back way nor front.
Looks like the walls have been torn.

I know this isn't a trick.

My life is like a roller coaster.
Plastered onto a poster.
Please, don't come any closer.
Cause this poem is far from over.
I don't believe in my mind.
All the words, they seem to want to bend.
All the numbers I find, always wants to stop at ten.

I know this isn't a trick.
So why not just end it real quick?
You think you are really slick?
My life not a movie screen.
There's nothing here that you haven't seen.
It may seem like a mess.
But mostly everything is clean.