TWO DIMENSIONAL

Cassi Hardy,15,US

Sometimes it’s consuming on every level,
making my world two dimensional.
I open my mouth to speak and all I get out are sounds,
sounds that do not reflect what I’m feeling,
only what others want to hear.
It’s a plague to those who feel it,
a gift for those who do not,
for those who do not have something to be thankful for,
they are not like me,
they are not absorbed by things they cannot change,
not hapless to control the free fall which is pushing me,
pushing me places I do not want to go.
Sometimes it’s consuming on every level,
making my world two dimensional,
making my life a swirling vortex into the event horizon,
staking claim on my soul,
and engulfing my dreams and hopes into nothingness.