I have come to realize
That my mind is no longer mine
I have no control over
My knowledge, my actions , or my sanity
It seems like the plate that is made for me
To eat from
Becomes attacked by an intruder
That comes from left feild
Attaches and eats at his whim
And here I am
Being the bread of life
Here I am being the blood that is shed
Being the tears that shed
No I am not the head of my house
I am being attacked
I pray that I make it tomorrow
For I no longer know what is real anymore
Not even sadness