The night fills my lungs.
As the jasmine blooms so sweet.
Fireflies in a jar.

I thought it was just me,
The only one with the problem --

The only one having issues,
Everyone else seemed to be alright --

But, then I find out later,
Much later,
That it wasn't just me,
That you, too, were also stuck --

Going around and round
In circles;
The ****** loop
Of (self) alienation --

It wasn't just me,
It was you too,

You were also fighting
the invisible blocks;
Bad gateways,
Stuck spirals...

Out there trying to figure it all
on your own.

I
Swing
Between anger
And depression.

And.

Nothing else.

It all
Disappears at some point.

Left to the terror
Of all by
Myself.