My voice is strong but is unheard

My voice is strong but is unheard
My words are epic but lost in some translation.
Doubt is the evil that invades 
my thoughts
Doubt is what holds the world back.
Life lived in a chemical haze is a forgotten memory that I can feel screaming in the caged of my mind.
I don't identify myself with much these days
I have lost the person I was and now only a stranger looks back at me through the dull cow eyes.
A reflection in the mirror
A reflection of someone you can't recall.
I am sadden by this self loathing and torment
Even if someone liked me or understood me I wouldn't know what to do
I probably just mess things up and alienate myself further from the world I so desperately need and try to identify with.
I say nothing cause what I have to say is pointless
I'm so confused by myself
I'm so alone
I'm alone . . . 

June 18/97