Hole
I am ripping in half
One foot here
One foot there
Traditions have crumbled
Customs seem meaningless
Right and wrong blend into one
There is no one to comfort me
People seem robotic
Without minds
Without notice
They see another world and I stand alone
Still dressed in their attire
Trying to accept my birthright
Yet I am mocked
This carpet will not fly
No genies in my lamp
I twist in this noose
My grip is weakening
I can barely stand it
I am aggravated by my seeming bondage here
Why can’t I grasp it?
Was I wrong?
No-
I know I am not.
---unAsleep