Somehow still empty though filled with agitation-
My irritation stems from the entire population.
And I’m struggling to form empathy in real time-
This leaves social interactions flawed by design.
Where I’m always disagreeing with the consensus-
Deriving less and less dopamine from my senses.
Exhaustion always prevents me meeting my needs,
There’s too much disappointment for me to plead,
With my doctors to render adequate support,
So I’m left with self-medication as my last resort.
But then there's you– bearing the feeling of home.
And though our expiration date is already known,
For now, within you, I’m safe under your protection.
But as we’re rapidly approaching that intersection,
I find darkness lingers behind every change of color,
You’re the slowest sunset I’ve ever had to endure.
©falinawake
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