Heart of Chambers

Tunnel Vision.

I don't know what's wrong with me.

I'm a mess,

I don't know how to confess,

How to impress; How to destress.

I look around and observe happy faces, hearty laughs, healthy minds; utter bliss clouding the atmosphere, obscuring all common sense.

Infecting the population like a disease,

Dragging me further down a hole of unease.

It doesn't seem real.

These moments in time where everything becomes pointless; the returning realisation that my life is but a speck of inconsequential dust, swept away under fake pity and empathy.

I'm met by dazed faces seemingly blinded by some sort of ecstasy.

I want whatever they're having.

I feel deprived.

I want to see through their eyes,

Experience their lives,

Know what it means to not merely survive.

I fruitlessly grasp at fading straws, but the resounding loneliness draws me back like a magnetic pull, too powerful to escape.

I'm a fugitive bound to be caught again; trapped inside the cage of my cynical mind.

I just want to disappear,

Succumb to the darkness and overwhelming fear,

Let go of all that I hold dear,

And chase the ending that's become so clear.