Did you hear that?

Whispers dancing

in between

thoughts and feelings

pushing and weaving

thin threads

through out my mind.

Images peaking

into the corners

of my eyes

my memory

making me

question if

anything is

real anymore.

When will there

be a middle ground

from sociopathic

to emotionally

overloaded?

When will

overwhelming

anxiety stop

and human

interaction start?

Will i ever be

fully honest

with anyone

without the

fear of rejection

for a chemical

imperfection?

Or will living

be an elaborate

lie to keep

anyone and everyone

away from

the truth

of insanity?

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