Contortion.

Distorted voices
Blurred images on a TV screen
They all trigger things so obscene
I cannot even begin. . .
Nothing makes sense anymore
I make no sense.
My life is a walking contradiction
And I know it sounds so over used
But I feel as if I'm living a whole big lie.
I love my life;
Or so I say
I act so happy;
But on the inside
Its like Hell;
Or the Devil Himself.
I'm running out of masks
Because they keep on breaking.

Author notes

Came up with this one after I played Silent Hill 3 for the first time and watched the movie White Noise.

P.S. - I was also listening to Marilyn Manson's mOBSCENE song, and this was originally more of a journal entry that I made into a poem.