Like colliding with a mirror in a fun house maze and looking a **** up straight in the face; Like being wet and cold while completely dry; Like time has paused at the very worst of moments, and is going in fast forward simultaneously; Like you’ve never done anything good; Like your heart is in the wrong place and your mind is filtering anything of value; Like everyone hates you. And not even a fudge-filled ice cream cake will cheer you up; Like the opposite of playing with half a dozen golden retriever puppies; Like a future containing happiness is populated only with flying pigs; Like being stuck in a crowded shopping mall during an anxiety attack; Like being rejected by a cat you were trying to pet and everybody saw; Like death becomes oddly appealing; Like solving an impossible puzzle under the pressure of a loud, ticking timer; Like raw pleasure is the only thing that still makes sense but you know it won’t do so for long; Like your own thoughts are the enemy, And your outfits are too denimy. Like you’ve just written a poem and it’s just too ****** silly.