Insanity
It might seem far away Or unrealistic But where do the ideas you’ve been having stem from? The idea that everything is out to get you and nothing is safe Surely it can’t all be imagined A place where all of our worst fears come true, Might not be as far away as you think Think of your worst fears Maybe a fear of the dark Fear of heights or spiders From the prison that is your mind, these ideas have time- Too much time. They fester And grow Trying to escape, Realizing they cannot fit through the cell bars… They shift And melt Down to the floor where the gap is just big enough for them to fit through. As these ideas escape, Fear and paranoia make their appearance Fear cloaked in a dark mask, one that you cannot see the truth through. Paranoia is like a rabbit endlessly trying to escape its ultimate fate of being eaten. Not far along the road, Anxiety creeps in too with its teeth bared and a shaking, aching body Not much time is left before these things consume you. But maybe these ideas of being abandoned, lied to, tricked, Have been a part of you all along How can you be sure? Sure you are not the problem? Are you crazy? Or just paranoid? It’s too hard to tell. Do you run? Or stay and fight? Either way, your future begins to not look so bright And as you question everything and anything, something new pops up in your sights: Mistrust. Its black oozing tentacles reach out to grab you But pull you under by surprise Under the crashing waves of doubt and confusion Pulling you deeper and deeper below the surface until you reach the pit of your fears Death. It looks much more beautiful than you could imagine Like a butterfly with a torn wing Or a night sky without the moon As you get lost in this beauty, You begin to wonder, Is it a trick? Suddenly, everyone is out to get you And nothing is real. You look in the mirror to find reality The place where everything is exactly as it seems. It’s face is plain and simple, without the hint of a lie The truth is on the surface, not deep below. But where is the reality in a reflection? It is the exact opposite of everything you see, Yet there is nowhere else to look to find yourself So you look in the mirror again And see a stranger’s face staring back. The longer you look, the more it begins to change. The face turns into a grin, the grin into a grimace The grimace into a scream The face makes you angry and as it changes it begins to move Closer to the mirror It beats and pounds from the other side And when you look down at your hands, the blood and glass around the floor surely cannot be your own And the scream that comes out of your mouth cannot be your own It's theirs The idea that anything that can go wrong will go wrong And the idea that the process has already begun And the fear that it is too late to return It’s too much So you succumb to the pressure And let it consume you The only place of escape from the deception of the mirror is the dark But the dark is where everything began Is it not? - Susie Comments are closed.
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