That’s not me

I surprise myself with my resilience
I still breath in  toxic ambience

I wonder if brains alter with what I face
jumping from manic to depressive phase

I analyse what’s inaccessible 
see blindness, hear the inaudible

Then I see shadows that follow me
It’s so familiar, but that’s not me

I die several deaths, but cannot flee
I just know it’s not me, it’s not me


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