I am here, surrounded by people.
Or are these people even real?
Am I going insane again? Am I real?
How can I know if this life is mine,
If I cannot even tell what is here,
And what is not. I cannot tell.
I am in a living room, so full,
Of people, who are laughing, talking,
To me. They are talking to me!
But are they really talking? Are they
Really talking to me? How
Can I be sure if I don’t know?
I cannot really be here. There’s people.
Normal people. I must be back in that white room.