When I look in the mirror, what I see
Is someone I don't recognize
looking back at me.
When I speak out loud, what I hear
Is white noise and lies
filled with fear.
When I reach out and touch, what I feel
Is a wonderful perfection
that isn't real.
When my tongue forms words, what I taste
Is words and decisions
spoken in haste.
When I breathe in, what I smell
Is the fires, and I can't wake
from this hell.