A daily occurrence.

It only takes a second for it to happen, but the results are always devastating.

A time lapsed auto-injection that forces me to listen to their inaudible conversations.

They always come back in groups of two and three, and whisper things into my cerebellum.

Murmur secrets and lies and input ideas that even I can't judge, to verify the truth in them.

And there I go, doing as they command, for they are the puppeteers in this dance we hold together.

But other days they reinvent my perception of realism, and augment my reality into something not easily seen, a rhapsody of unimaginable pain.

Those are the days in which time begins to slip.

I would wake up in a place not known to me and wonder, what I've done this time?

Given the fact that I cannot collect my distorted and disjointed thoughts, would they hold judgement against me? Those that don't understand.

Or would they blame me as they blame themselves for what it is that I've become?

It's too soon to tell but my mind has already begun to wander.

They stay put and leave me to my own devices, hoping that the pills they provide will numb the feelings away.

But I retain myself, and retreat into my inner world, where my delusions and misguiding are often replaced with the laughter of the insane.

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