Brain away

I hate those times when your brain doesn't feel like yours
You're tired, you're ill, you're hungry
You're not you

You can't solve problems you usually solve
You can't tackle the day to day
You can't focus, can't get energy

Touch your arm. It's still yours.
The legs seem the same unless they get pins and needles
There's still the same scars from past incidents
The hair may be messy but it's definitely yours

It's just, inside the head
There's a dissociation occurring
There's a disconnect

The instructions don't come as quick
The nervous highway is... just...
Coordination isn't...

I want to be clever here.
But the lines aren't coming.

I want to feel like me again.