Within the white walls,
I wonder, I wonder,
What was it you said?
What was it exactly that made me fall?
And where exactly did it fall apart?
I can't remember,
But I know you gave me serotonin, oxytocin,
The things I've always needed.
I try to remember that feeling.
We were beautiful, weren't we?
Didn't we try to be?
I'm just like anyone else; I want to be loved.
I'm just like any other sob story.
Who am I to complain?
I am not unique in this world, this sad state of affairs.
In this dystopia, I claw for my share of happiness
That may never come.
There is no equal opportunity.
I relish whatever morsels grace my path,
But still I starve, & nothing changes.
How many have died that way,
Never reaching what's just out of reach?
In a fog, in a fugue, a stick figure in the paper margins.
