I am looking at what is in front of me
And wonder at who is looking back at me
Contorted figures is all I see
Is it my mind playing tricks on me
Or am I living in an alternate reality?
My frazzled state shows how confused I am
Matters are getting out of hand
What do I do to get a grip on things
That has been distorted by what I feel
Sucked in an illusion that is trapping me
Pinch me now maybe I will awake
And shake this nightmare that I feel that I am in
Locked away in a padded cell
Where no one hears me when I shout out loud
Who can save me from this private hell
that holds me bound till time stands still?
MARYANN BOSAH 