I view my body from afar,
As I pursue the same routine.
it's like I'm walking through thick tar,
Breathing air inside a dream.
But there's no waking up for me,
I'm trapped inside,
This bubble scene.
My eyes are glazed,
I'm unaware,
I cannot feel,
But the feeling's there.
It's tightly contained,
In my constricting chest,
And I'm not sleeping right,
I don't know how to rest.
It hurts,
It's pain,
That's all I feel,
I feel so vain,
On the potters wheel.
Oh, what to make?
How can I shape,
This heavy hurting lump?
I do not know,
But oh, it grows.
How do I leave this slump?
I walk among,
Those wide awake,
But everything's a haze.
I have no mind,
It's simply fake,
Smiling through an empty gaze.
