jarred

it is
jarring
being
trapped
inside myself
yet overcome
with myopic
misunderstanding
unable to
get out of
the hell that
distorts all.
it is
that precise
moment
you realize
that you are
insignificant
just a ball
of anxiety
spinning faster
into disaster
the lone star
no one ever
wished upon
a wispy copy
of someone
that died
long long ago.

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