What Is It

Clanking my spoon mindlessly as I wait for my tea to steep,
all the sounds seem to pass through my sensory.
My brain is tired but my body refuses to sleep,
feels like my body is relentlessly burning energy.

What is it that I’m doing here?

The fairy lights twinkle its spark,
but the glow lights up none.
My brain is screaming to let it do its work,
but there is nothing to be done.

What is it that I’m doing here?

I went around asking everyone how they are,
I listen and listen just so I can cover up this hole.
I patch up the other’s scars,
hoping it helps them be whole.

But then what is it again that I’m doing here…?
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Because the more I patch their holes, the deeper my hole becomes.

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What Is It

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