We're all sharing struggles,
scraping cheeto's, buggles, lay's
in ways we hadn't, could not have
foreseen.

It trickles, slowly, on my self-esteem, down,
tricking me, and what I seem, a clown
and diminishes the part
where it all finishes
to nothing but the start
of yet another change of heart
that no one ordered and disordered
the comfortable state
we hate but love
and cannot stop dreaming of
when it is gone.