I think I’m having an episode,
where I’m sure I might implode.
It really is a facination,
thoughts I have, my creations.
The light that flickers, Is that a sign?
A dead family member or friend of mine?
It could just be my imagination,
Or the meds I took, such frustration.
I must sound crazy to other folk,
They think I’m making up a joke.
But to me these sites and sounds are real,
They don’t understand, how I feel.