Getting through the day often feels like wading through semi-solid cement,
I sit there and wonder, what am I doing wrong, what to repent?
It feels like i am drowning in the ocean, sinking right in the deep middle,
The waves engulf me, each gasp for air sounding like a riddle.

My mind, a house full of rooms I’m terrified to enter,
A clock ticks perpetually but is devoid of a center.
I’m the broken string of a guitar,
Reaching for hope, a stretch too far.

Often I feel like I’m on another planet, grey and drab,
Othertimes feeling like an experiment gone wrong in a lab.
Feeling like I live life looking through a glass slab,
Grasping for life’s beauty, impossible for me to grab.

I see everything through a glass that’s hazy,
When I describe what I see, i’m labelled crazy.
I’m yelling for help but not a soul can hear,
Living life in a cycle of isolation and fear.

I conclude, this life wasn’t built for me,
I’m a wind up toy with a broken key.
I was the blind bull in the arena, a cruel joke,
Fighting to justify my pain, each time I spoke.

Life isn’t built for everyone, some make it others just can’t,
Some seeds flower without sunlight and, others never even plant.

I’m a butterfly that has no wings, trying to lift off the ground,
Looking at everyone in the sky, the path I know for me will never be found.
Earth gives some an embrace and others, a life that blows up in their face,
Other flightless butterflies on the ground stay, only because there’s no other way.

-Sana Bhatnagar