Maze Of The Mind Poem by Sophie Crockett

Distorted image that was once so true.
Failure to recognise oneself.
Loathing of this shell I carry.
Losing my inner self.
Which image is honest?
Which image is truth?
Am I not as real as you?

My mind is a maze of twists and turns.
That no longer has substance.
A nothingness has sucked life dry.
A blackness has engulfed me.

Mental suffocation but physically well.
Screaming in frustration yet sitting calm and still.
"How are you? " they say
"I'm well" I reply
But I feel already dead.