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What's wrong with me?

Why do I feel like this -?

I'm going crazy now'

Like a disease of the mind the painted pictures in my head are speaking to me, telling me how to act, dictating what I should do: how I should see, how I should think, how I should feel'

The brake lights are on, my pupils dilated, looking through eyes that are not my own ' my soul floating above me looking upon me, trying to struggle, wiggle itself free from the curse I am in, the shackles that have bound me to the wall digging into my skin, seeping crimson to the floor, a pool that glistens in the sorrow that is my life.

The consuming creep of despair, rocking on your haunches, speaking the words of tongues, mumbling incoherently, sloshing in the mind, wishing to be free '

I've got to think twice, it is like a monster in the night.

I've got to figure this **** out because it is too close to comfort.