A Little Unsure

Being distraught in your own little world will cause the other parts of you to come out and play.

My world has never seemed so grey before.

Sick with illusions that are hard to ignore.

I remember pleading my thoughts to go away,

But they were burned in my brain, even still today.

I felt I was being led astray...

From my own body, in a very distraught way.

What is happening, how do I come to find out,

Do I know what's happening here? Why can't I shout?

In a daze, I stare confused.

Am I letting myself stand here and get abused.

It's my own thoughts

This is my own, sick little plot.

This is not who I remember being yesterday.