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.