And Another Thing

There’s this emotional malaise that sometimes sweeps me up.

I sit staring at sweet nothings as Billie Holliday sings.

I hear others happily coo, yet all I have is this sunken rock at the core of me- 

Who renders me useless and steals back my thoughts before I begin to express them.

It feels crowded- I just need to sleep but I cannot leave until hours pass- I have no time.

I suckle at the clear red tea and consult upon what to do with my life 

As I am kept by my own foolish will to waste time, lest I offend the others.