Laughing At Me

Am I crazy?
My think voice in accents
Or I don't, in space
It gets mixed up
The sentences won't straight
I am racing
I am vacant
I am unwillingly, seeing people naked
I think my skull has collapsed
There's a hole at the top of my head
Everyone whispers and laughs
Where am I again?
Zoned out to slasher thoughts
And with all the sensation in a vision
I can see them like movie trailers
Incomplete and unsatisfied, I feel restless
I am ranting
I got lost, nothing's my business
Ah, I should have paid better attention
I failed my zoned out mission
What did you say now?
I don't think I heard you correctly and I've for a repeat at least thrice
Sorry, um..bye...I'm going to avoid you I'm too akward and confused to socialize successfully
My internal dialogue feels like 10 pierces
I suppose I am my only friend