My brain

Living in confusion,
And a constant daze
Nothing is ever clear to me
Even the words I say
I may not remember
What I did or what I said.
Pressure is building up
Inside my head.
Lifting my head is dizzying,
Causing a full rush
I already need to sit down.
I like to go back to the day things were clear
But, the only thing clear now is nothing will ever be the same.
My eyes open for the day,
And I wonder what will be.
My scar sore.
My vision is poor.
I’m tired, though I’ve slept.
I’m happy, but I’m sad .
I’m thankful, but beyond frustration.