Is it me.. or is it me..?

I look yonder
I see a vast expanse of nothingness
Pure emptiness.
A hollow something.

What is it?
I cant figure anything out.
My thoughts haywire.
Nothing seems normal.

What’s wrong? Or.. is it just me?
I continue gazing.
The oblivion mushrooming.
The blankness staring back at me.

And then, I see a rebel.
Writhing in pain.
Calling out to me.
For help; for some solace.

Instinctively, I rushed forward,

BANG!

It then dawned on me.

I looked up to see my reflection.

A beginning.. nouveau..

Swarmed by a bevy of lies,
I wanted to pursue the reality..
Gulped down by a world of sheer farce,
I urged myself onward..

Down the lane of uncertainty,
I staggered..
The bitterness of all the pretence rapped me..
I shuddered..

The burgeoning vagueness,
Evoking an abyss within me..
A dispiriting lull,
Stabbing me from inside..

As I walked down the same lane,
Looking for the last ounce of mirth..
I realized,
There no longer existed any of it..

Tears of uncertainty welled up..
Clouding the reality all the more..
I craved for a beginning.. nouveau..
Alas! Woe, despair, sorrow galore..

As I still walked down the path,
Unaware of where I was being led..
I traverse through,
The endless intricacies within..

Trying desperately, to find an answer,
To why the world is a facade now..
I could hear nothing..
Nothing.. but my resounding voice..

The faces of travesty..
Disparaged me..
Threw those vicious looks at me..
I shuddered again.. and looked askance..

I urge myself forward.. once more..
In dire need of a detour..
A new horizon..
A beginning.. nouveau..