The Person in the Mirror

W̷͙̦̮͍̎ȁ̸͈͖̭ḱ̵̞̰͙̓̆͋́ẹ̸̤̟̭̿̓̈́͌̉ ̷̡̲̺̳̆̈U̵͔͗͐p̸̢̲̗͋̚͜

I hate this...

I hate this feeling of not belonging.

The fear I feel every time I try to say what's on my mind.

I can't stand it anymore.

I want to be who I am.

But I can't.

I can't disappoint them.

Letting them down isn't an option.

I have to put up with...this

Pretending.

I know nothing I see is real.

I'm aware of my surroundings yet I still can't see the difference.

I can't see the difference between my mind and reality.

Everything has blurred together.

Nothing is real to me.

The voice isn't a real person.

I know he's lying to me.

I know he's trying to manipulate me.

It won't always work.

I can still fall to his honey-coated words.

I can still be deceived.

But I know nothing is real.

İ̶̓ ̵h̴͂͗ȧ̴͍̫̘̕v̸̀̐è̵ ̷̯͊̃̓tǒ̶̢͈̝ ẁ̶̇ȧ̷̜͉̆k̵͉̆e̸ ̶̍̓û̸͌ṕ̵̄.̵̜͂̎

This is all just a bad dream.

A nightmare.

Nothing but a lie my mind has made up to scare me.

I have to wake up.

I need to wake up.

I can't continue sleeping.

I may be trapped here if I don't wake up.

Why did I try to help him?

They didn't need to be saved...

So why did he insist on getting help?

H̴͕̻̼̜̏̐̐̿̋͂̌e̷̪̭̞̙͛́̾͗̈̃ ̶̧̖̟̺̙̆̈́̽̋͌͂͆̚t̸́̕r̶̊̎͂̅̇ĭ̴̜̱̌̂͐̈́͠͝c̶͂̎k̷̼̤̦̺̦̠̀̓ͅè̸̂͌̃d̸̮̻̈́̈̕ ̴͚̔͗̐̂̈̔̕͜m̶̨̛͖̩̣̣̞͍̙̽̂̈́͒̑͘e̵̛͉̦͚͓̐́̈́͋͌

T̴̖̦̳̙̔̈́h̵̼̰̱͛̇̋̾̓̒́̆̒͊͗ȩ̴̛̳̤̘̮̝̺͙̩̜̘̂͑̐̈̎̕̕y̶̻͉̙̹͎̺̘̝̍̾̐̀ ̴̳͇̻̥̥̭͂̓̊̑̆̉̇͂l̵̲̽́̿̉í̵͔̫͍̳̐̆̏̿ͅȩ̶͙̻̗̳̼̘̗̱͊̈͛̐͐̂͐͂̈́̕͜ḍ̶͖̊̚͜ ̵͔͕̬̩̙̰̻̠͖͊̉t̸̛̥͔͖̣̻̭͛̌̾́͝o̷̰̹͗͛̒̽̈́̌̈́͑͝ ̶̠̰͔̪̭̟͔͎̙͍̋m̷̫͉̓͗̀̍͝͠ë̸͇̙̫͕́͐̕