“You can’t trust me because I can’t trust you.”
I say as I look at the person in the mirror, I don’t know who I see
Where am I?
I don’t know this guy.
He’s with me here in this room,
This sterile, white room will be our tomb.
Empty.
He talks to me,
Brings me back to reality.
This isn’t real,
Nobody here wants me to heal.
I’m not supposed to be here.
They’ve locked me up out of fear.
Cowards.
Shattered glass is on the floor,
I don’t know who I am anymore.
The mirror was a trick,
Everything begins to click.
I’m not real, this is all fake,
This is more than I can take.
The glass cuts into my palm,
My body begins to feel wrong.
Is this reality?
My friend has left, I can’t find him.
Was he not real? I begin to feel grim.
I clutch my head, my eyes wide,
Why can’t I silence the voices inside?
I can’t tell what’s real,
I don’t know what to feel.
Was my friend ever here?
Will he ever reappear?
Am I alone?
I can’t do it,
I just can’t take it anymore.
I haven’t moved from this spot where I sit,
My hands were red, worn, and sore.
I claw at the walls, desperate to escape,
My friend hasn’t returned, and he won’t come back.
He’s gone.
“Let me out.” I plead with my mouth agape,
I can’t help but crack a smile, what a maniac.
I swear I haven’t lost my mind,
I’m as normal as can be.
I’m just somebody who has fallen behind,
I promise you can trust me.
I’m not crazy.