Standing inside of my fish bowl

Nowhere to escape

Nowhere to go

Only my tears to comfort me now

I cry for what I was

For what I am

For what I never will be

But my tears don’t stop

The bowl is starting to fill up

Surrounded by my misery

It’s suffocating

I am drowning

I never was a good swimmer

As I sink to the bottom

I see faces come into view of the glass

I try to call out to them

But no one can hear you

When you are underwater

They mock my misery

Tapping the glass

Laughing

Smiling

Ignoring

My heart gives it last whisper

As I realize no help will come

We are truly alone