Riddles

I’m not sad, I’m scared... there’s a difference. You see lately, I’ve been having these dreams. Weird dreams, and they feel so real. Like they’ve dug into the very secret that is myself, and turned it inside out. Opened me up, my insecurities awake to be taken advantage of. Like the stupid little things that scare me the most, and my bad memories have woven together. I feel like I’m not in control. Something is going wrong. I wake up confused, scared, I wake up in tears. My dreams are brainwashing me. I’m drugging my life away. Quick fix, quick fix, take this, take this. When can I take control. How can I take control. I feel the effects, the effects of love. How much it hurts me. Distance is good, but I get so scared. I have complete trust in you. But I feel like manipulation is growing strong. It’s my dreams, they’re brainwashing me. I feel hated, and that someone wants me miserable. My dreams are brainwashing me. I know the truth, at least the truth I’ve been open to. I know reality, yet I’m still scared. I’m scared of a lot. Being hurt again, deceived, lied to. Being stabbed in the back, again, by a friend. Losing control, that scares me the most. I feel like I’m slipping through my fingers. It’s cold here... in my dreams. Dark too. I can barely make out the faces in front of me. Truth is, it’s how they make me feel when they’re around, That’s how I know. Voices mean nothing, they’re all disguised. They speak in riddles and in lies. But it’s the feeling, the feeling I get, That is how I know, I know not to forget. It’s hard to explain, all of these fears. My dreams have injected them into me. It’s hard to hold on, to reality. When my dreams, they’ve brainwashed me.