You all held me tight
once
but the emptiness it created
invited the downfall
and made us all
worthless

so don’t step on me
or they will sting you too

I stand in front of you
my reflection
and I don’t agree
with what I see

and if I knew
your thoughts
I would look away
out of shame

Does it help
when you are drowning
that help is there
but no one around

maybe it adds some tragedy
to the end of your life

The power goes on
inside
nowhere

I am a passenger

blinded
feeling
anticipating
going down
up

always somewhere
forgotten
where I once stood still

I feel lonely
in a crowded room

there is enough to say
but who is there to listen

so I just sit there
as if it is my duty
to stand guard

For some it is too heavy
to move
others don’t even stumble
over it

it is the same thing
in shape and form
in weight
but also not

It came from somewhere
just arrived

too small for what it is
too much to be nothing

reflecting for a while
it is not knowing
it disappears

There is a point
even if it is just for a second
that you pause
before you open up

not that you can go back
but just for the pause

There are often two
of everything
to choose from

I am my mood
who chooses

who are you

My roots
are underwater

Only when I look
beside me
I realize that I am going
too fast