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.