A delusion,
from my brain,
the constant chatter,
my thoughts scatter
until it starts the pouring rain.
The feelings never cease
or decrease.
The façade invites you in,
until you see what it does, within...
doors opening,
to be shut by the tender hand.
Had I left this long ago, a ghost of what I was before,
I'd be gone, not caring.
Like a dog, unwavering,
until you give me my treat
tell me to succeed,
as I force myself to move it along.
Happiness within, a tight fit,
almost choking my subconscious.
Almost killing me within.
Death by thine invisible hands,
gripping tightly at my brain.