s**t

make sense

back, recite, repeat.

you did it wrong.

is this my own thought?

is this my own thinking?

who am i where is this voice.

is it my own or a lie, is it a fake friend there to pretend?

am i sane or am i just lying to myself?

constant repeating of sentences planning every phrase every word every movement.

nothing is natural its all planned, it's all done over back, recite, repeat.

keep it there in your subconscious mind "i'm always listening" that little voice said.

Am i my own little voice or is my little voice a voice of its own with its own thoughts and mind?

am i just a trick, or a job to this prick-I cant tell am i my own self deprecating person, or are there many others living there like little ants, thoughts aren't my own they are a collective conclusion-back, recite, repeat.

its all fake, a lie- nothing you see is real. the breathing you feel every bit of satisfaction you get from life is a lie, merely a mirage its all made up in your head- and you'll only know whats true when your body's dead.