Demons secreting heathens in my brain

Cementing false light and darkness like concrete

Anxiety thickens and rational thins

My intuition snaps but I ignore it

Is it paranoia or something more important?

Old friends change and new friends act funny

Herbs and potions calm my nerves but scatter my intellect

It’s all in my head but reality is a perception; I’m having distorted visions

Small details change the biggest pictures

Life changes and relationships change my self-image

Reputations mean s*** should they present a mirage of themselves

Real fakes act real when life gets heavy and breaks the scale of their self.

Collages of memoires scattered throughout time

I can’t snap a clear picture of myself.

F*ck the frame they hang if the picture you paint is true to yourself

Frames get lost and forgotten.

I’ve been a winner and a loser

A scholar and a stoner

A rockstar and a loner

But throughout all my life

I’ve always been myself.