Small town, Illinois
This is how I feel when I'm depressed. Its confusing to me as well as anyone who reads this. But this is me. or.. is it really me?
I see twisted faces.
I hear their laughter.
yet I don't understand.
This place looks familiar.
But its oh so derange.
I understand its complexity.
I feel normal yet very strange.
Its hard to describe yet I know it well.
Where am I? Who is that in the mirror?
My mind and body aren't in sync.
I don't know who I am anymore.
Holding onto pieces of old me.
I fear I can't be my old self.
I fear I won't ever really be.
I feel trapped but mind is free.
I still don't understand.
I thought I sunken to my low
But I realized I'm on level one
Infinite amount before I'm gone