At times my mind seems to glitch,
I stare unheeding into the horizon,
I find myself in a vacuum,
The very air becomes clammy,
As if coated in cellophane,
Displaying the world like wax figures,

Nearby voices sound like distant echoes,
Muffled by my inattention,
I’m an alien,
Though I feel more like a UFO,
Feeling as if I’m not here,
No longer tied to mundus,

It was a gross realisation,
Of my own derealization,
Of my minds plea to be free,
To be mad,
To be something else.

Comments
  1. shauna says:

    It is a constant battle…

  2. Manaal Siddiqui says:

    this is a really spot on description of dissociation. Thank you for sharing!!

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