In the middle of a dream,
I awoke in a scream.
There’s a possibility,
I’m losing touch with reality.
Society will frown
Upon my mental breakdown.
It’s not easy to explain
The urge to jump out of a plane.
Head bursts with the least noise,
Grit my teeth against a grating voice.
My nerves are exposed,
Don’t have a night’s repose.
Quivering under the boiling sun,
To nowhere can I run.
This ailment is ruining my life,
Slowly eating me alive.
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