16. Questioning

I'm done today, my mind's in pain
I'm still not free, I can't be me
I am questioned by voices lying deep inside my inner cerebellum
I am being hit-and-ran upon, I am being spit upon, like an old vellum
I can't close an eye, empty my mind, free my inner cerebral cortex
I feel doomed, insane, raped, madness has reached its infernal climax!
I am questioned by many, I answer to no one
It is my life I live that swirls like a fan.
Like a clock, tick tock tick tock, too late!
The Puppeteer's questioning my fate…