• Trapped.
    Nowhere to escape.
    Need to run.
    Can't fit in this space.

    Panic.
    Got to get out of this hell.
    I'm feeling nauseous.
    Crawled up in this shell.

    Pain. Ignorance for human life.
    Curled up in this tiny space, suffocating, choking on air.

    Extremity.
    Am I the only one?
    Why must they be all against me?
    What the hell have I done?

    Eyes.
    Watching my every move.
    Plotting my downfall and destruction.
    Waiting for that piece of the puzzle to fit into that groove.

    Please. Stop your torture.
    I beg of you just leave me alone.

    Him.
    Putting thoughts in my head.
    Although i know I've never met him.
    I think i'd rather be dead.

    Voices.
    Talking to me, telling me what to do.
    Always making sure I'm pacified.
    Before he tell me to do something new.

    Why. Must you always be talking to me?
    Please tell me what to do. I am yours to obey, am i the only one?
    Different from the rest of you.