Coma Lies
Pialla
How can I choose which voice to obey when they are all so convincing?
Twenty people crowd my head. A fierce contest to all be heard. My mind torn a thousand different ways. They never stop tearing at me. Their screams are deafening, their thoughts blind me. Conflicting entities leave me wondering which one of them I truly am. Each one living in their own sense of reality. Trapped behind me eyes just a passenger. The medication does not help, I cannot escape myself. Paranoia and distrust cloud my sense of reasoning. I have no control of my own mind. Other personalities push through. Which identity will prevail, my own consciousness stolen from me. I have lost.
From Letras Mania