Your cracking fingers
Sprawl across
Your mother's kitchen
Tablecloth
Like all the paths you had to pave
When you were young
When you were my age
I once found comfort in whispering on my knees
I believed every locked door had a perfect fitting key
But perceived
As I advanced through this hallway these doors remain shut
Before my hope can speak a voice interrupts
"Life is but a timeline
An abstraction of feeling
A glass room beneath god with an unbreakable ceiling
Simplified existence leave no lives contrasting
Living, breathing, living, breathing, gasping."
I clench my fists and teeth
My footsteps make a beat
I scream my insecurity
Even I am unsure of me
I clench my fists and teeth
My footsteps make a beat
I scream my insecurity
Even I am unsure of me
And what is another person in a sea of so many
I am alone
And I am afraid
And what is another person in a sea of so many
I am alone
And I am afraid