i can't tell you why
i turn every fear into some out of body experience.
i can't explain
the ways my paranoia have left me broken in so many ways.
i can't get across
to anyone that i'm fine.  i've always been this way; it comes with the imagination.
i don't understand
why i ever had to spend those three days stuck in that hospital because of my head.
i can't ever know
the truth behind why i'm not really afraid of the schizophrenia running rampant in my mother.
i can't believe*
that one day it might come down to the fact that that's what it is that's wrong with me.