Madness Poem by Albert Ahearn

I stare into the vastness of the sky
And wonder: who am I, really?
Am I the perceived notions of the
Curious eyes encountered: a figment
Of their imagination or is it mine?
Is what I assess in my bedroom
Vanity mirror at night a phantom:
An image that exist only in my mind?
I feel like a Ken doll in Barbie’s world
Where an invisible force determines
My every movement except my mind:
A mental prisoner of the physical world.
Whose only salvation is to go insane
And leave this feigned reality plane.