The world
where motives matter:
Your thoughts
trigger physical inhibition.
The weak are preyed on,
the mighty have fallen.
Belligerent
and brutal.

Flashing before your eyes,
a whirlwind of uneasiness.
Your surroundings shaking,
you are secretly breaking.

How do you cope,
when you are just barely afloat?
You hear voices in your head,
but wish there was peace instead.

The pungent odor of stress,
chills in between.
Standing still seems infeasible,
your mind a projector.

A bowling ball on your chest,
wishing the burden of uncertainty away.
In your head you say,“stop pacing,”
But your heart is racing.

Why won’t it stop?
A headache brewing,
your consciousness is screwy,
losing all self-dominion.

Skipping from task to task
like an alcoholic
drinking out of fifty different flasks.
Toxic, your thoughts are blurred.

How do you make it cease?
When there is no emergency break,
and it is essential to halt.

Grasping at every last resort,
trying to swerve and not crash.
Help yourself,
then everyone else.

You are tired of trying,
and feel like utterly crying.
The tears hiding,
you try confiding in yourself.

Bottling it up and going with the flow,
eventually it will burst.

The pressure is too much,
accumulating.
Just like glass,
you will eventually shatter.

It’s even sadder
how you are blinded
from things that matter.
Carried away by trifle tasks,
your main objective:
fill your imperfect cracks.