Megosztott hang

The reality check Hits heavy through my chest. My performance is poor - Yet, claiming it’s my best. Confusion! Delusion! My brain spits out some useless clues. Conclusion! Denial! Now the circle is back - It drags me down again. It rushes my blood, And pumping up my veins. Reduction! Abstraction! My heart keeps chasing my sick mind. Attention! And anger!