in my sordid reality.
Is this really reality?
I sure as hell
don't feel real.
I haven't felt real
in a long, long time.
Every so often I'll pinch
myself, or beat myself
in the head to make sure
some semblance of
human emotion is still there.
Am I still human?
I no longer feel at home
in my own flesh and bones,
and it's starting to scare me.
I'm frightened to look in the mirror;
what I see looking back at me
is empty.
