My Insanity

My Insanity

Locked up
alone with my insanity,
I look out
and see myself staring back,
empty eyes,
my mind filled with memories,
none are mine,
my viens are filled with hallucinagens
and I'm
not myself anymore,
it's just
a shell staring back at me.
I hardly
recognise my own face,
the drugs
take away the essence of me
and I see
exactly what they're doing to me
but they
try to convince me that I'm paranoid,
and they
lock me up alone with my insanity.

r.l.w

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