Ive lost identity confined to this place Where violence grows crushing the coherence I impelled myself to this psychiatric world Where everything is an illogical pattern of the soul Believe in my shapeless words Feeds the minds demise I am your imbalance result And you are my chaos that corrodes all wounds Creating hysteria in a moment of utter lunacy Panic separates the senses from reality To yell wont help inside the mind To discern is a privilege that here no one has Progressive stages of dementia Periods of mental deterioration I am your imbalance result And you are my confusion disturbing the thoughts We have no life We have only fear inside Living in a permanent lie Conforming unreal reflections How can I reach inner sanity to overcome this grief? Can I define this as real? All that you see doesnt exist Ive lost identity confined to this place Where Ive found my own anomaly Im not sane
imbalance, confined, result, identity, psychiatric