Twisted...

Twisted,warped,crushed and a little dirty,pale
Life,rummy once stinks now,rotten,stale

Being pushed,driven,haggled and hurried,
Whatever happened to my pace,my tread,tranquil,unhurried?

Voices ringing in my head,surely,not mine,
This image in mirror,filled with cracks,sharp,oh so fine.

Pain,beyond sensation,spread like normality,
Numb,by the continuous humdrum,darn,this banality...

Do I need title for everyting I write??

Bumping against the walls,
In a room,illuminated,fully lit...

Straining hard to hear silent calls,
Barely able to decipher,annoying little bits...

More known that unknown,not sure if thats good,
For those glaring wrong,under a strobe,exposed...

Atleast I have bared,torn the mask,sans the hood,
Credit,debit my + & - ,the net of me juxtaposed...