Why do I feel the way I do? What does it mean? These feelings overwhelm me but I can't see the truth. In my my eyes I hate all that I am, I can do no right. The twists and turns of reality against fiction, the never ending maze. Which way do I turn? My mind creates passageways, a mirage of my worse fears. Stuck in a haze. I am Alice in wonderland full of terror, no mome raths to direct me. My path swept from beneath my feet; stranded and alone. The darkness creeps; engulfs any slither of light. Hope swallowed by doubt, guilt, disgust; this is what I am. What do I feel? Nothing. I am numb.