Reality. Simple as that.

I can't stand it.
Back and forth like an on-going cycle.
I can't stand to be alone.
The paranoia eating away at my sanity.
Then again, I can't be around other people.
The confusion, the pain, the hopelessness.
In public I fear a panic attack.
That's not normal, is it?
It's also not normal to want to watch someone dying on the floor,
suffering right in front of you.
I don't care if I'm crazy.
No, scratch that.
I want to be crazy,
I live to be insane.
I can't break out of the captivity of reality.
I want to go back to my own small world.
Sometimes I wonder how wonderful it would feel.
I just want to break free from all that is real.