Description: I was thinking about home , and we seemed like friends .
THen i notice it was not me or you,
the they seemed
far more disturbing , A something
These ideals are ,strange
How they come from a darker side+
the subject is either me or you./
but , in the middle of looking
"I was looking for me ;-
THen I worried about you.?
the strange hum of you,/rather /
you all of a sudden -
made me paranoid ,
THe what of you;
is very different than me
the stress built to panic
I, i pull my hairs out .
NOw ,; I am< not in-sean >
i thought i went native for a good sec..
NA; turns out i was dumb as a brick .
my, sack of potato 's
said , Son of a bitch "
(screaming )
"I 'm not sane any more ".
Submission Name: going,,,"Skin."
