Have you ever felt,
even for a moment,
like you belong—
just for a second.
Then later
you’re gone.

You were happy once.
Then you start to
feel off with yourself,
like that mirror reveals
something wrong
with you.
You grow bitter
towards your reflection,
thinking it’s your fault—
you’re broken.

Your vision twists,
shifts into fake illusions,
A haze of self destruction
and hate,
slaughters your soul.
You drift away,
slowly,
hoping to stay
a little longer at this
Mad Tea Party.

But you vanish,
disappear—
like magic,
fading into
the tragic dark,
alone.

I’ve felt
that feeling
for a long
time now.