The world is my movie screen, I’m constantly being reminded, That I am only a spectator, In this ****** up life. My hands are not my hands, Yet they’re right in front of me. The thing is, I can never press pause. I am always on the go. It’s as if my mind is a separate deity, Than my body. I look in the mirror, And see someone who I know Is supposed to be me. However, this fog that constantly Fills my brain makes me feel as if I am Walking on clouds, unaware of my steps. I wish I could see the world in 1st person. Instead of this bright, oversized world, That pounds with every step I take. I feel nothing which means I feel everything. It’s just all in the inside, constantly building up, Without notice. It’s as if I am driving a rental car. I know how to drive but the car is foreign to me. The gears work, but they aren’t mine.