I feel this pang in my chest
and a flush in my cheeks-
the words come tumbling out,
and I thought you wouldn't believe
the prophecies that I was telling.

My mind is jostled, the connection obscure-
the distance between reality and fantasy
is only ever growing.

It might be insanity but wait-
is it reality?

There is no grounds for a rebuttal
you can't stop the flow of time,
the way my thoughts are flowing are
coming out in intrinsic designs-

But why can't I ever put myself together
when the moment counts,
display a truth and honesty
that would never be the death of me-
but would rather give respect to me-
asserting my own philosophies?

I don't even know how to tell this story,
my thoughts are overwhelming
and is there a cure-

I'm not sure.