Dementia

Reality's twisting to my paranioa
Why am I frightened of my surroundings
What was that sound-what was that gesture
What was that pain-my dementia
Overthinking. My mind is a dervish.
Whirling gray matter-I want the answers!
What was that sound-what was that gesture
What was that pain-my dementia
How much of my life is imagined
And how much of my pain is real
Is that ache in my head some rare cancer
How much of my worth can you steal
What was that sound-what was that gesture
What was that pain-my dementia
Why must I suffer-what is the point
Why do I torture myself with my mind
Happy go lucky is what I might like
Dementia has no corners where I can hide!