A Stuffy Blanket On a Hot Summer's Night

I feel so alone on a table seated full of people I love,

Of people who I thought understood me,

Could relate to me.

But now it seems they all can’t comprehend,

The fact that I cannot breathe

I cannot feel

I cannot help the feelings that come across as if I am selfish,

As if I despise you.

But, in actual fact all I am doing

Is trying to hold back the angry words

That leave a bitter taste in my mouth.

Because I have kept it all under a warm stuffy blanket on a hot summer’s night

And not bothered to lift the duvet

To let the cool air stream in

And hot air flow out,

Because the sleepiness of my drooping eyes

And lack of motivation of my mind and body.

So, I fall back asleep I hope lasts forever,

Under the torturous incubator,

Waiting for another nightmare to wake me,

Only to find the uncomfortable warmth

Under the stuffy blanket on a hot summer’s night.