Feeling so small and insignificant, lost and floating in empty space.
Wishing I could dissipate, leave behind nothing. Not a trace.
The sounds coming in are deafening, my head is left to spin.
Always at war against the world, a battle I will never win.
So different from the others, a mistake of genetics, perhaps.
Eyes seeing more than they should, time passes in a lapse.
Moment by moment, always searching for a purpose beyond the box.
I drift along in vain, suffocating in this emotional paradox.
The Angrivated Mom 
So many fellings said in just a small number of lines. Beautiful!
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“a purpose beyond the box” & paradox – — so much there.
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Short and packed full
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