oh my god who is that i think it's myself but only because i'm looking into a mirror but it doesn't look like myself my nose looks strange so do my eyes and my mouth and my ears everything it can't be me my face is melting but then it comes back it must be me these movements are not my own but whose are they and i'm scared and the room is too small and i am suffocating am i dying is this what dying is because i don't like it very much are they really my parents am i awake am i dead my hands are melting i am melting my body is gone where the hell am i i want to go home
another Probably Not A Poem that i wrote yesterday