Anxiety.

i want things to be the way they were
back when my memory was not a blur
when i knew my existance was for sure
now it's all in question, am i for real?

i'm still my self, it's the same old deal
except now i feel as if i'm not real
i can kill, shoot, rob and steal
but i still feel as if i'm not really real.

i miss feeling like i had a say
in my daily motions and path of my day
now i just sit around all day and play
like a child trapped without a way

to escape