Where To Begin…

My emotions are erratic 
and hard to understand... 
And my head overflows 
with ideas and unfulfilled plans. 

My perceptions are complicated 
and haphazardly skewed... 
With a reality warped 
and questionably construed. 

My memories are my past 
but somehow still in my present... 
And honestly in the morning 
I'm just fucking unpleasant. 

My mentality is borderline 
of being clinically insane... 
But truthfully my flaws 
make me never want to change. 

Stranger

There was a stranger 
in my home, 
and they hid perfectly.

Lurking and snaking
through the shadows,
amusing themselves 
with the thrill of 
going unnoticed.

They watched silently. 

Absorbing and observing 
the miniscule details,   
adding to their list 
of evidential flaws. 

And they searched intrusively. 
 
Prying and peering 
into the failed bits 
and miserable pieces 
of my daily life.

There was a stranger 
in my home, 
and that stranger was me.