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A hollow can in a room so bare,
Noisy and loud, my heart does tear.
Stuck in this hell with no one to hear,
The beats of my heart, no solace near.
Ashamed to look in the mirror’s gaze,
I collect my sadness, in heavy, dark haze.
No one’s counting, nor am I,
Aching bones, and I keep asking why.
My mind whispers, “Let’s fly away,
Become smoke and float astray”
Holding my breath, tight in my chest,
No one to pull me out, I’m distressed.
Deaf and dumb, it’s hard to tell,
Pretending and copying, I’m not feeling well.
Fears growing roots, inside my core,
No one’s asking, nor do I implore.
Bleeding pain and tired eyes,
Amidst it all, I ask – am I doing fine?