What's real?
The tree coming through the walls?
The hand reached out towards me?
Or are they all in my head?
I've never felt so alone even though
the children want me to play.
It's only because I know they're fake,
at least I think they are.
Normal children aren't multicolored,
They don't have 6 arms and legs
Or laser eyes.
Or do they?
I've lost my take on reality
And I fear I will never return...