Plastic Bag

Have you ever felt, like a plastic bag, burning in the sea, stuck in a whirlwind, always going in circles? Sorry if that was really cryptic. Do you ever feel like a bottle, overflowing with a rainbow of emotions, cracking at the seams, ready to burst, using all of your energy to prevent yourself from snapping and cracking from all the pressures and feelings/emotions you have been bottling up? What if I said I answered yes to both of these? What if I were to tell you that I have lost sight of what is supposed to drive us to improve and even do anything? What if I were to say I have lost the ability to have my own opinions and desires as they were washed out by others’ actions toward me? What if I were to say that I have already lost sight of the future and the entirety of reality? What if I were to say that everything is pointless? What if I were to say that the only thing holding me here is others? What if I were to say that the only thing holding me back is myself? What if I were to say that the thing I hate most is myself? What if I were to say that I care about others more than myself? What if I were to say that there is no light at the end of the tunnel, yet only a mirror? Sorry if I took a roundabout approach of explaining that, it was the only way I could think of expressing it without feeling conflicted.

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