This is a desperate plea
To wake me up and let me see
What makes me worried terribly
My arms are too big for my body
And this endless ringing in my ears
The grotesque bubbling of disease
Nothing could possibly put me at ease
The pricks on my neck
The inspects crawling on my skin
I feel so trapped in this distorted world
In all the images my mind warps within
I feel it now
An indescribable fear of myself and everything
The Earth and its irregularity
And light and its neutrality
So unnatural and unreal
I hate this world and its abnormality
Its crooked shapes and ideology
My thoughts are too large to fit in my brain
With disproportionate dimension
I wish it would all just fade away
But here I sit
Writing this poem
Staring at these very things that make me feel alive
Yet so dead inside
