well being
actor | observer
feel it creep under my skin
the lonely pang of restlessness
when there's no one else around
fading from their consciousness?
without the amniotic comfort
of being wrapped in someone else
my mind is left to wander
lowered further down the well
and i'm ashamed to admit it
but it's how i've come to be
my past keeps biting at my feet
i've refrained to ever bare it
in the context of someone else
self-pity on a feedback loop
throw myself further down the well
where nobody can hear me yell
until the echo begins to swell