I think I get caught up in others

To avoid my own reflection.

When self-doubt and depression smothers

I’m called for decompression.

I think I get caught up while they swim in despair

While tears fall steady and slow

And not all moments should be shared

When others tend to lose control.

My own goes in a windowed box

Where the cycle will rarely cease

From the inside it locks

And breathe slow when others find peace.

Watching suffering makes an ache in my bones

I can imagine watching them splinter and crack

And falling apart all while I sit alone

While I struggle to keep myself intact.

Don’t drown even if you can’t fly

Keep your head above the surface

Don’t worry, your voice can lie

Even if you can’t keep the nightmare off your face

It doesn’t seem to matter how I aspire

To stay vigilant for banshee’s scream,

My efforts often seem to backfire.

My heavy head filled with naive dreams.

I’m proud of my role as pillar

Of soothing moments and thought-deconstruction

But lately I’ve been cornered and forced to consider

That maybe I could use some more self-reflection.