What is real to me may not be real to you.
If only you could understand what I am going through.
The things inside my head, they all seem so concrete.
And they all attack like animals when I am feeling weak.
How could I tell what is real or perceived in my mind?
Sometimes some peace is hard to find.
I can sit and pretend it is all a game.
Every time I try to break out I feel just the same.
Maybe I’ll get better, or this will never be done.
There are others out there like me,
so at least I am not the only one.
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