encased in this bubble
of shiny crystal
i can see outside
but the glare of my reflexion
distorts my perception
i can't even hear
the whispered words, sharp and piercing
as would be the pieces of this bubble
if i could only find a way
to shatter it

& another...

stop attaching
overreacting to a sense of attracting
the war is nearly won
but before love has begun
take a step outside
to see the thoughts you hide
behind a wall of pride
this feels so synthetic
do you want to feel pathetic?
you're the masochist swimming in emotion
you love the pain, the empty gain
in winning a losing game