I often can't look ahead or
Raise my head
My ears are echo chambers
Of my own thoughts
And I'm alone in seas of people
And I'm alone inside my head
And the things I can't see or
Hear
Haunt my every waking moment

There is a
Distortion
Blurred edges and
Foggy faces and
Wispy noise

I am made through hazy
Word and indistinct margin
The world shakes in constant
Unwavering vertigo and
Senseless dread

There are layers of logical leap
Between me and reality
And the ever present assurance
Of an unshakeable paranoia
Ingrained in these bones
Rooted in this...