sometimes i can feel it waiting in between my thoughts   a vaguely threatening yet coming liquidation of the framework i have wrought   these 23 or is it 4 years i have slowly built my   defenses to the unbroken barrage of 26 years of confusion      the mental violence self inflicted is not typically   born of masochism but rather from inability   to control this, control this separation of reality from   monsters hiding in my mind and feasting on my family   anxiety and paranoia are skills on my resume   they visit me to help me make decisions almost every day   yet continuity has kept her distance from the fabrics edge   the evidence my cashmere sanity is unraveling thread by thread      but i am fine      they're putting something in my pills to try to break into my brain   i know that it sounds crazy please believe me, i am not insane   don't talk so loud their evil minions hide in the shadows everywhere   just because you cannot see them doesn't mean they are not there