My urge to escape reality fills my head but I'm deeply entangled in it's web

A force yanking me back to its embrace

I just want to escape reality does it mean I'm schizophrenic

Is this how I really feel or I'm just acting to add it to aesthetics

What if these feelings aren't real, just things I make up in my head

It's getting so hard to keep up, is it really worth it?

Is this another hurdle I'm suppose to overcome? 

Is this the person that I've turned out to become? 

Working so hard to find a place to belong? 

Improving on my broken art, trying so hard to speak from my broken heart 

Litsening to rhythm and beat of a broken sound. 

Trying so hard to fix burnt bridges and broken bonds 

Cutting off ties knows no bounds 

I don't smoke, but overthinking has made me so lost in these clouds 

Don't judge me when I don't talk to new people it's not pride 

I don't do well with the crowd

I guess the Bellamine you once knew has gone to sleep

Turned out there was different version deep inside, but I found it.