The Torture in Poetry

Welcome to my schizophrenic mind
As paranoia eats me alive
As I sort and plot
Organize and plan
All the outcomes in my head

I feel like
Everyone is my enemy
Trying to beat me down
I cannot trust a soul
With the design
I always walk in disguise
Trust no one
Or I might die
Without a name
And in a grave far away

My past
Is scarred on my skin
I medicate myself
To eat my flesh
Escaping the torture
Memories magnify
And I let myself bleed
So that I can see
What you ignore
In your selfish disguise
As you pretend
To be the savior
Humanity never had

Don’t worry
I’ll escape my head
I just need time
To let the poison
Seep out of me
And reorganize myself
Into something you can never be
For Karma
Is something you’ve always tried to deceive