I think I get caught up in others
To avoid my own reflection.
When self-doubt and depression smothers
I’m called for decompression.
I think I get caught up while they swim in despair
While tears fall steady and slow
And not all moments should be shared
When others tend to lose control.
My own goes in a windowed box
Where the cycle will rarely cease
From the inside it locks
And breathe slow when others find peace.
Watching suffering makes an ache in my bones
I can imagine watching them splinter and crack
And falling apart all while I sit alone
While I struggle to keep myself intact.
Don’t drown even if you can’t fly
Keep your head above the surface
Don’t worry, your voice can lie
Even if you can’t keep the nightmare off your face
It doesn’t seem to matter how I aspire
To stay vigilant for banshee’s scream,
My efforts often seem to backfire.
My heavy head filled with naive dreams.
I’m proud of my role as pillar
Of soothing moments and thought-deconstruction
But lately I’ve been cornered and forced to consider
That maybe I could use some more self-reflection.