Submarine
I feel like I’m left out at sea
Knowing no one is coming to rescue me
After I’ve given up and sunken down
I realize that I’m not going to drown
Being here underwater makes me think of life
As more than just a bother
But beneath the crashing waves,
Where happy thoughts implode under the pressure
And angry screams travel faster than ever,
It’s not my choice to stay
Deep below me great plates shift
But I drift on slow currents, unnoticed
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