I feel like I'm losing my reality, and there's nothing I can do about it. Maybe poetry can help me stay sane.
This world I see,
is it just a lie?
How does one relive a moment,
that which is new in my eye?
Dejavu or premonition?
I see these time to time.
My mind fights like an ignition,
Dealing with this scary crime.
I want to move ahead,
but something pulls me back.
These visions end with me dead,
I feel powerless against this attack.
Paranoia clouds my rest,
The cycle comes for me.
Like an officer's arrest,
I will never be set free.
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