"As each finger refuses to let go

I watch as the pen moves beyond words 

I see my body doing things,

I didn't ask it to.

The colour of blood is red

So is the colour of my written words 

I sit in an empty room

I can feel my breath on the walls - 

Bouncing back to me

Even as this ink fades

My body refuses command

Every part swaying to an unknown tune

As I feel the walls corner me 

My heart is foreign to my brain

My mind is foreign to this world

Every step, shifts, breath I take,

Looks the same

I step into real life 

Faking a reel life

The absurdity and hollowness of my being 

Hid under a mask of tenderness

As much as I would believe I understand myself 

This void is beyond me

Yet it is me..."

Please don't just like and pass , follow me as well. Thank you 

I believe this poem should be relatable because we have all being there.