True Nightmare

When I look at yesterday,

I can stull see myself,

Years and years ago

      - And I think

It's only a nightmare that became true.

I'm afraid it is really dark,

      -Too dark to say,

As it afrayes,

Me in a total way,

A way of losing my control.


Losing control of myself,

Losing control of my life,

Losing control of my past and future,

Losing control of every single thing.


This is a nightmare that had once be true,

And now,

Destroyed a lot of my control.

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