Maybe I am so jealous
That the essence of it
Leaks from my pores
Or maybe
I'm so tired of being a part of nothing
That my urge to be a part of everything
Is overwhelming
To the point
Of obsessive compulsions
To the point
Where it feels as though
Death has taken a seat at my doorstep
When all else has but failed
I am left with my anxiety
And I can't explain it
And no one understands
So I am alone