• I may be talking to you and smile at a joke,
    I may have emotions in the words I spoke,
    But despite what it looks like, despite what you hear,
    My body's alive, but I am not here.
    My emotions are instinct, my actions what others wish to see,
    But its not my spirit in that body, it isn't me.
    Whenever it smiles I want to cry,
    As the world takes me over, my spirit will die.
    This body, this empty shell.
    It is my prison, worse than the depths of hell.
    I want to escape, I wish to be free,
    But I am trapped inside of me.
    Now i walk this Earth in a misty daze,
    I'm not focused on life, only on escaping this maze.
    My eyes aren't mine, my actions barely under control,
    But as I fight for existance, my spirit takes its toll.
    Everyone wonders why she tries to dream life away,
    But no future can behold one who's imprisoned every day.
    On the outside, a girl who gets upset very oddly.
    Inside, a war fought by spirit and body.
    You may talk to what seems like a random, idiotic girl.
    But you also talk to a body, whose spirit is on the verge of leaving this world.
    My spirit is losing, the war has been fought.
    So as you can see, I am here and I am not.