Confusion

(“Too many voices. None of them mine.”) I’m in a state of delusion — What does any of this mean? I hide behind my smile So the real me can’t be seen. I won’t look at the sky — It terrifies me to death. When I do, I hyperventilate, Can’t catch my breath. My moods swing up, Then crash back down. This isn’t me. It came from nowhere — Now these voices won’t set me free. I keep asking myself, What is life all about? My mind feels twisted — Am I tripping out? Someone… please… help me. Am I going mad? One minute I’m happy, The next… I’m sad. I wake to a world that don’t make sense, each thought a blade through a paper fence. Faces blur, their voices bite, days melt into the same long night. My mind’s a maze with the exits sealed, every step’s another wound unhealed. Truth and lies both taste the same, and I’m the punchline with no name.