I've watched my own psychosis go astray!
I've worn on my health
as if it is Stealth
Not able to be seen.
It's not there, if I think not of it.
explanation: They really aren't withering away, but getting smaller. Symptoms of their age.
Myself expanding more and more! OMG, walk out the door! Put the dog on a leash and walk down the street!
-Label: wither, psychosis
A distorted vision in my mind.
Myself looking in from behind the blinds.
What am I looking at?
My fathers, brothers and mothers have tried to show me the hand.
I refuse to take it, as I am only human, of this earth and maybe not destine for the heavens. I'm allowed only to look up; pictures of it, only in books.
