⚠️TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️
this is a poem about depersonalization and derealization

I feel fake
I feel unreal
I feel like an alien,
Like something out of this world
Because everyone around me is living their lives ,
Walking their dogs,
Making a sandwich,
Chatting on the phone.

And I'm walking around my empty house thinking
"Wow I'm tall"
But I'm not.
I'm thinking "I'm so small"
But I'm not.
I feel like I'm nothing but my eyes,
Floating around.
Maybe I'm imagining it all,
All this love all this war
All of this pain and joy and human emotions

And then I feel fake
I think, "maybe I'm not real"
Because clearly there is something separating us,
A pane of glass painted over
A black veil, covering my eyes like I'm getting married to death
And maybe I am.
Because I...