Not Fast Enough

sitting with myself, can’t help but feel alone,
seeming to be dealing with everyone’s problems
but my own,
might be easier to handle if my head is in a
hazy zone, temporary fix.
problems seem light when my mind is playing
tricks.
laughing at the absurdity of these creeping
feelings,
something underneath, I’m peeling, tearing off
this cage,
need to get out of the spotlight, off the damn
stage, show’s over.
just waiting to see if I’m this way when I’m
older.

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