Notes From A Treatment Center

You can feel what I can't feel
I can't grow, my heart can't heal
You are one who'll never see
I'm not here, this is not me.

You "exist". I am not real
I will "lie" and I will "steal"
You are "nice" and you are "kind"
I have slowly lost my mind.

You can "think" and then react
You can contemplate a "fact"
I can only blankly stare,
I am never really there.

I will always be explaining:
In my world it's always raining
You may try to understand
But you'll never see my land.