Body

This skin isn't mine.
It doesn't feel right at all.
The things that run through my head,
I wish I could just turn it all off.
Everything seems to cliche
And flaky,
Like someone flipped reality upside down
Or punched it in the face.
This body moves and thinks
All on its own
And it's just not right.
When I open this mouth
The words are wrong,
What comes out is not okay.
Nothing is making any sense anymore.
I don't know how to escape any of this
And it making me more afraid.
I don't understand what I feel and think
Not even what I write down in ink.
My thoughts keep racing inside my head
I wish I could make it all go away instead.