It’s coming from each side
I can feel it surround me
Choking, suffocating
I can’t see it, yet still it’s there
A thousand tiny hands
Holding, pressing
Pinning me where I stand
I can’t understand it
Confusing, condemning
Where reality and fantasy touch
The blurry border I walk
Twisting, turning
Never-ending agony
Burning my thoughts and dreams
Searing, scarring
The guilt is overwhelming
Staining my world red
Blurring, shaping
Can you see it on me?
The truth of my deeds
So obvious, so real
I can’t take it
I can’t live like this
Shaking, trembling
I can see it now
I can’t hide it
Ending, destroying
My own reality.