People are making weird faces around me
Behind my back they are speaking feces about me
And they smear it on their walls
They talk in their 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵 code

The hand signals, the 𝘦𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴
The words I barely hear
Words in the corner of their mouth
Their seemingly 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳

No one's the same when I'm around
And I am 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 of it
It's quite telling what I have found
But forget about it. You 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸.

How do I know you're not like them ?
You know the 𝘭𝘺𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘴 to their songs
Would very well want to know but
All I ever feel is that I'm wrong

Am I losing my mind ? Why
Aren't we all eventually
You don't inspire healthy thoughts, to me
𝘈𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 ?


I am so far removed from yous
That I might as well be batshit, to you
Is that a spider on the wall ?
What is looking at me through time ?

Is that the feeling I might have hurt someone ?
I don't know why I'm so sorry
I don't believe I remember well
The last time around was extrasensory

We can't access the memory
Of what has never been a fact
Silly me. The psychiatry.
Oh the inanity. The manipulation knows no bounds

We're all wrong , but hey
"At least this other guy right there
Is way more wrong than me
I can afford to take a break for now right".

You can't, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳, take a break
And death is a permanent state
Of being drastically tired of life
Not a break and no salvation

𝘕𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴, if I got there
And did not manifest in a fraction
Of wet darkness at the bottom of some
Existentially forsaken mud pit....

Considering an amoeba's
Probable take on existentialism
It's no wonder we're not in the mud pit anymore
We've always been chasing the light

The illusion is so shallow
Drowns in poetic arrogance
Manifests a world in my mind
Then cuts my mind from it

Why is the void still stealing my thoughts
I keep hiding them nowhere
They've been talking they've been watching
Sometimes even started thinking

What at all do you think
With all you sanity, do you believe
That we are more than a blink ?
Well I'm keeping an eye on yous