Hologram

Am I a hologram. Take thoughts and make sense of what you feel is easy but is so hard for me. Don't be that way, take me away, I want to live not jut exist. Keep my money, take it like you already have . Handcuff my fingers to my back pocket and take the dreams and hopes and goals from my already empty wallet. Walk me through walls and look right through me. I'm right in front of you, but nothing is really there. Am I a hologram that has a hollow beating heart and a pulse and lungs that are slowly dying from smoke? Can I be a hologram. It would be simpler to be hollow and not feel this. What is this ache. It's neither good nor bad, it's just not what I want to feel. I want my emotions to change like the seasons and my oh my if they could. I could do whatever they want me to. Because they control me, with their money and their qualifications and their fake niceness reality bullshit. Fuck this life that I'm living, it's not mine anymore and I don't want to lose any more of myself. But, this place has turned me into a hologram. A false representation of who I was. And there's no way to make matter out of nothing. And as soon as I step away from the source, I'm gone forever. Just a few centimetres to the edge and it could be over, but... to be continued...