half awake, but somethin’ feel off in me
like I’m watchin’ myself but not properly
mirror don’t lie but it hesitate back
like it’s waitin’ on me to react
I blink slow… room don’t change
but I swear my thoughts don’t sound the same
like somebody else just finished a line
that I thought was mine at the time
I sit still, tryna feel my weight
but even that feel like it update late
like I’m loadin’ in sections, piece by piece
tryin’ to match what I used to be
phone screen lit but it don’t feel mine
same apps, same lock, wrong timeline
I scroll my name and it don’t sit right
like it belongs to a different life
and I laugh a bit ‘cause it’s kinda absurd
how real can feel so blurred
like if I focus too hard on “me”
I start to lose what I’m supposed to be
the room gets quiet but not in peace
more like it’s listenin’ underneath
like walls got memory I can’t hear
but I feel it pushin’ into my ears
I say my thoughts out loud to check
if they sound like mine or what’s left
and the second I speak, it feels delayed
like I’m hearin’ myself in a different way
my reflection moves when I don’t move first
like it’s testin’ which one works
me or that version stuck in the glass
that keeps actin’ like the present passed
I start questionin’ small details now
like “did I just think that or say it out loud?”
and every answer just loops me back
to a version of me I can’t track
not scared… just uneasy still
like I’m not fully inside what’s real
like consciousness got a split in tone
and I’m only borrowin’ one of those
and the night don’t change, it just observes
me tryin’ to hold my nerves
while I sit in the space between
what I am and what I seem
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