What is real and what isn't?
Find it hard to tell sometimes,
That fine line
Becoming even finer,
To the poin where reality and fiction
Merge as one in my mind.
Am I living in the real world,
Or in one of my own making?
I'm really not sure anymore.
My head is a mess,
Confusion of thoughts,
Whirling round together as one.
Until, finally,
I don't even know who I am anymore,
Or even if I'm still alive...
