l(os)t

have you ever
stared into your reflection
and only seen madness
the face that faces
out at you
a concoction
misshapen
snarling
caricature
and
you try
put in the effort
to smile
but the simple act
has lost all meaning
the muscles twitch
spasm
writhe
like a mass
of electric eels
or tentacles
just beneath the skin
and the glint
of psychotic glee
takes over
instead
you find yourself
bashing your forehead
into the glass
over and over and over and over and over and over and
you hear yourself laughing
cackling
as blood
runs
down your face

me either
just wondering

help me
please

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