There seems to be a disconnect between my mind and my reality,
Where I exist in two seperate places and both maintain a certain fragility,
So easily am I tossed between two different plains of existence,
Yet I continue onward with an irrational sense of confident insistence,
Stuck in this pattern of self destruction and over consumption,
With a mind incapable of reason or a desire to properly function,
Looking in the mirror I no longer recognize the man staring back at me,
I think I’ve finally cracked, is this it? Is this insanity?