Is it something that I know or thoughts from elsewhere?
Im falling farther, farther, farther. Where am I?
It’s 2008, again. Looking in from a grainy lens, it’s real.
Why when the pixels align it’s so blurry?

I’m going insane. That same little girl couldn’t relate
To this- to me. Who is me? Is it her or something else,
A festering monster swept in by harrowing riptides?
This is it. Sewage for brains, trash bags for lungs.
She couldn’t relate to this.