Dark Matter

trying to define/describe something without using the actual word is .. a struggle.

The matter feels like nothing

It's the heaviest nothing

It presses on my chest,

Keeps me in my bed

It suffocates me, wraps its arms around me

An embrace I've never wanted

And I joke about it

As many others seem to do

Make a mockery of it, dumb it down to a pulp

Phrase it a certain way, chuckle as I say it 

It's disguised and now misunderstood, if visible at all

It makes me hate myself,

(Or perhaps that's my own doing)

I'm frustrated and at war with myself

For menial tasks exhaust so much of my energy 

While the rest dance with their grand accomplishments 

Do you understand?