this is my normality

They stare at me with blank looks

blank faces

but I am bursting with colliding emotions

coalescing like

neutralisation.

They silently scream 'me'

me

I

I am a thousand broken miracles

and one dying illusion

10 minutes of flashing blackholes

pulling every time, day... even worse,

every second

of loneliness and typical expressions

because we like to repeat ourself.

I try sitting crosslegged, or knees tucked

under my chin, inside

my shirt, pulling together to fill the blackholes

that never seem to vanish

but always appear bigger than the last

time it wrenched me open.

There's always a light to pull me out

but I'm living under fused bulbs.

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by me and haziq. halinot :)