Do you know who I am?
Because I don’t.
My mind is a heavy grey rock
Colours spilling out of my head
My designer suit, grey and immaculate
Worn on the wrong side of my body
Everyone seated next to me
On the train, the office, the bar
Look exactly like me.
Who should I love or f---k
When I can barely look in the mirror
My reflection cracking into fissures
From the force of my doubting gaze.
How do I live in this world
Where I rise every morning
With a deep-rooted fatigue
Chest tight with anxiety
Neck clenched from tension
Consuming a daily diet of white noise.
I am distracted by nostalgia and the past
Also, repeatedly told about a future
Filled with breakthroughs and epochal change
Yet all I experience on the daily is inertia
What are these myths of past and future
You keep feeding me
And who are you, society, to know any better?