I don’t know what’s wrong.
Well, that’s not entirely true.
I’m trying to be strong
After being thrown into the throng,
And I don’t know how to get through
Because I’m stuck like glue.
And that’s why I’m singing this song.
I’m screaming like a banshee,
But no one seems to hear my cry.
What’s bothering me
Goes beyond what you see.
It’s bigger than a fly
And louder than a sigh,
Yet it can be explained with no more words than three.
Hardly handling habitual harm,
Earning emotional, emphatic embarrassment,
Letting loneliness lower life,
Personally, people participate perfectly.
My mind makes malicious moments,
Eternally entrapped, entombed, encased.
Panic pulsates, painting pain,
Legitimizing lamentable labels.
Encounters escalate erratically, elaborately, enticingly.
All around, alluring acidity arises,
Screaming scornful sounds, singeing souls,
Ending emerging existences.