Fishbowl

July 4, 2015

I feel like I'm in a fishbowl

With everyone staring at me.

Do fish have a soul?

Mine is drowning you see.

Here fishy, fishy!

They say as they feed me

Dried bits of food

To please them, not me.

I swim in circles

In this confined space.

I breathe in my own waste.

That castle embedded in rainbow colored rocks

Looks like a nice place to hide.

Here fishy, fishy they say

And I dart inside.

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