Your cracking fingers Sprawl across Your mother's kitchen Tablecloth Like all the paths you had to pave When you were young When you were my age I once found comfort in whispering on my knees I believed every locked door had a perfect fitting key But perceived As I advanced through this hallway these doors remain shut Before my hope can speak a voice interrupts "Life is but a timeline An abstraction of feeling A glass room beneath god with an unbreakable ceiling Simplified existence leave no lives contrasting Living, breathing, living, breathing, gasping." I clench my fists and teeth My footsteps make a beat I scream my insecurity Even I am unsure of me I clench my fists and teeth My footsteps make a beat I scream my insecurity Even I am unsure of me And what is another person in a sea of so many I am alone And I am afraid And what is another person in a sea of so many I am alone And I am afraid