REMix

Don't get too close

My eyes stare at the ground.
Full of imperfections
Bugs become my friends.

I no longer want
to make eye contact.
Fear you will see
the real me.
The tip of an iceberg on the face
The ugliness under the surface

My mind distorts reality.
God must be fishing and stirring the muck while sipping tea.

What does he want from me?
I can't feel like this!
To die?

So I self-medicate.
I’m weak and can't see in the muck.
My insides are lit with anxieties fire, yuck
that can't be fished out.
Uncontrollable thought. 

He tells me, Son this will be painful I'm fishing for deep roots. 
Elusive thoughts deep in the subconscious.

LIES

What's the tea for?
Caffeine.
What else.
He laughs, piercing multicolored right eye
This will take time, you must die,
To live.
A new universe!
Seen through a new point of view.