Identity loss

The air has a smell today  

Smells like someone lost himself  

He locked himself up  

And gagged his screams  

He painted himself  

Molded-through 

Blood spewing inside 

He will never be true  

Oh I just saw one more painted man  

The smell is not because of one  

There are many like them  

Reality you won  

I tried something  

I released one 

He forgot who he is  

The paint wont run  

He tries to walk  

His  legs don’t move 

He goes to his cage  

Locks himself again