I wonder what it’s like to not be me To not feel like me To not think like me To be unrestrained of these horrid broods These broods that confine who I am These broods that make me feel Like a glitch in the matrix Questioning every moment Questioning every movement From a blink of an eye To a twitch of the mouth To the color of clothes And the words from your mouth Finding meaning in everything I want it to be gone I want to be free Of these horrid thoughts Just to be free Of being me