Authored: February 13, 2025

Looking in the mirror, I see an aberration
Someone who yearns to function normally
A sense of derealisation, depersonalisation
I'm trying to keep afloat, keep living
But the man in the mirror is slowly sinking
There'll be no absolution or waking up
This is the reality. 

A failure to function normally
A dysfunction stemming from a fractured childhood
Why look in the mirror? As if searching for answers
That never come
Replaced with fear, worry, anxious nihilism. 

An emotional turmoil grips me
Existentialism abounds and repels me 
What is hope to a man lost in fear? 
What is hope to a man devoid of luck? 
Malfunction is at the core. 

This is a nightmare, a boar constricting 
Around my neck, this soul, this body
Turgid ruefulness licks at the edges of my mind
The aberration staring back, no answers. 

No answers. 

Silence.