Thoughts from a Professional Failure

A Crowd of Nothing

I'm in a crowd, a sea of people that will quiet for no one
But somehow to my eyes, it appears that everyone has left
I feel the all too familiar tidal wave of empty
Crash over my unsuspecting mind, wiping everything
My being is suddenly dragged down, weighed down
Does anything I do matter? Will it ever?
My heart is locked away in a dark spiral of worthlessness
All the while my shell stands still, unresponsive and limp
I try my hardest to force myself to remain normal
And thankfully no one notices the storm inside
But I often wonder, is that such a good thing?
In an instant, my mind has the clarity of glass
My shackles have vanished into thin air
I go on with my night
Pretending the crowd never disappeared