Little Fishbowl

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A heart fighting to beat another beat

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Lungs, yearning for another breath of air, 

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Eyes filled with darkness, no light to be found 

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A body that is failing, wasting away

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These things lie in their fishbowl display

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Children terrified but delighted all the same

Because in this world it is all a game

The life that is fading behind that glass wall 

Is just an attraction, an anomaly for sure

It is easier to ignore the possibility of it being real,

Pretend they don't see it when facing it for real

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Sickness is fun when you are an observer 

A chance to be empathetic and relieved it not be you 

It is something to talk about like an animal in a zoo, 

Donate some money and feel some good 

But when they come face to face with the sickness of display, 

They always turn and run away. 

The autistic sensory overload

Every little sound is a drum in my head 

Every single word is like poison that spreads 

Textures and tastes that drive me insane 

The stains on my hands I can't wipe clean 

The bubbling, the boiling I try to control

When I want nothing more than to let it go

To scream and to shout,

Take the lid of the shaken coke bottle and let it explode 

But I know I won't, I'll keep it inside, let it fester and develop until I want to die.