Isolation

It's time to slow things down now,
Even my dreams are making me stressed.
They put me in a world that, though it sounds intriguing,
Is completely different.

The air is stale, I guess, but promises to freshen,
I guess, so why do I want to cry?
The world makes me feel like I have no marketable skills.
What I have to show, shows that that's not a lie.

Feeling alone is shared by many people.
It's like our greatest right in society,
Is to isolate ourselves within its bubble,
When all we want is unselfish community.

And it's alright,
Screw you all, I guess.
I know there's no one listening anyway.
If there were, I'm sure you couldn't care less.