who me? ya you.
back and fourth, exchanging words, it's crazy to think its you talking to who?
it's just me.
realizing its just you.
there's no one else around that I see.
the voices heard are in my head.
still no one around to listen to anything I said.
trying to figure things out, out loud, alone by myself, screaming for help.
.
invisible, it's clear to see, my reality turns into a bad dream.
the fucked up thing is that I see these things both awake and asleep.
this is my perception, what I see, this person that I hate is in the mirror looking back at me.
©mamacita
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