Reality?

A man is unable to determine what is real and what is fake.

i slowly slip from reality,
into reality.
unable to decifer which is which,
they blend together.
into this altenate universe
known to many as reality.
but somehow knowing that its not real,
i panic.
the mind cant possibly process this much information
at least not all at once.
when i calm down,
i try to understand my situation.
one reality seems real, but one is uncontrolable.
i try my hardest to control it but my body is stiff.
i feel i can move but when i try i cant.
its like it knows my intentions.
suddenly i have control.
my hands are bloodied, bruised, and broken.
in front of me lies two men, both covered in blood.
their faces are unrecognizable.
what happened?
what did i do?
why?
then suddenly it all makes sense.
i’m crazy, insane, a nutjob as you call it.
at least now i know.

until next time.