I'm like a bird flying against the wind,
struggling to keep control of my wings.
I can only hope that my dreams won't be lost
as the blackened clouds roll in.
I'm like an insect fighting against the storm,
the pestilence the world abhors.
But I only wish that the things I hold dear
won't be crushed by what I hear.
I'm like a fish swimming in the sea,
surrounded by others within in reach.
Yet I'm drowning; I can't breathe.
Loneliness is drowning me.
And I can't distinguish between fantasy and reality;
I cannot find the line between what is wrong or right.