alone in an insignificant world
i proceed through life.
The same routine
day
after
day.
nothing to live for,
but I keep going because I
am a fighter.
i can hardly control my own
body; it drags and tangles
behind as I push through
the flow of the breathless
air that surrounds me.
trapped in a permanent glass,
there is no escape to the world
i belong in.
so I continue to swim in circles.
my true colors, so beautiful that
all should see.
but I can only keep
them to myself, and a few
other pairs of familiar eyes.
i observe the outside world
as they watch me
struggle.
they think I must be
happy in this ‘easy’ life…


and maybe they’re actually right.

am I happy? After all,
isolation is the
best option if you’re born
a fighter.