To the World Around Me

You
Are killing me
Choking me
Driving me
All the way
To insanity
I
Am crumbling
Pieces tumbling
Discarded
To hell and beyond
Emotions
Veiled
By laughter
But quickly
Revealed
My pain
Pours out
In tears
Is this how it feels?
To be
A zebra
In the midst
Of a pack of lions
Whispers
And stares
Chip away
At my identity
What’s left
Soon
To be scattered
Gone
Obliviated.

Reviews

[Angel]

This is really good. Very nice with the reference from how it feels and how a zebra would feel.

[flyingfree]

Thank you! A lot of people don't know how that feels, but I've lived with it for a long time and I'm still getting used to it...

[Angel]

Yeah, it sucks to know but I'm glad not a lot of people do cause I wouldn't wish it on anyone else. And man that's awful, and how is that going?

[flyingfree]

Not so bad, actually. I can tune people's whispers out better than before, but I still get the feeling that I'm being targeted.

[Angel]

I'm sorry, I hope at least writing helps that in some way. It's better to have it slowly decrease than not decrease at all, at least I think so.

[flyingfree]

So do I. Thanks for talking. Write on!

[Angel]

Thanks, you too!