Room of Reality
My room, it feels safe,
It’s the only place I can’t see a single face.
Except mine,
My mirror haunts me.
It makes me see the monster I’ve become.
I want to see the innocent little boy, but reality won’t let me.
I try to outrun reality, but it’s too fast.
Guess reality slows me down.
It’s relentless,
I can’t sleep.
I hear voices whisper, or scream.
I can’t tell the difference anymore,
It’s all the same to me.
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