Why has the world
become a place so hard
to live and strive,
to call this earth home?
Why has the world
become a place
where we are too afraid
to say the truth we all know?
To feel trapped in a loop,
where every step
is followed by two,
each one right behind,
in a timeline that grew.
And to feel the presence of color,
yet unable to see it,
to feel the presence of joy,
yet unable to experience it.
And though I feel alone,
I do know I have the world,
where more than half its population
is living in the same dimension,
just in another place.
To hear the words, you are not alone,
does not fix anything,
it only makes it worse,
to know that others also suffer this way.
To know that one in eight people
are trapped in their minds,
one with a banging head,
another with an accelerating pulse.
That more than fifty percent
of all the people I know
are drowning in their world,
where they call their shadows home.
And sometimes I wonder,
if the problem is humans,
or the creations of man
that swallow this earth.
So why has the world
become such a place
where we can no longer
call it ours?