Not Okay With This

Not Okay With This by Supernova-Exploding

Sinking sensation, ground just gave 'way
Swallowed into the hollow, and yet too full
My silent screams echo, ricochet off cage walls
Do they ever get out of my throat?
I think they fell in my lungs
That must be why
It feels like I'm choking
Drowning inside
Pinned by the sound
of my own silence
Lost in the sirens, the motor hum
I plummet
Into and under a sea of concrete
Middle-class neighbourhoods
Traffic-clogged streets
Corporate chains of big box stores
Bylaws deadlines ID paperwork
Numbers not faces but definitely your name
Professionalism obligations
Dreams that revolve 'round money to gain

Plastic smiles with no time
Ten types of technology yet
No one's communicating

Pavement not rocks, grass and not trees
Bonfires banned, but car exhaust feeds
on stale oxygen that we all
compete for
when we're not too busy
(falling for propaganda)
competing for jobs
promotions programs and
whoever has the most expensive shoes
It clogs my breath before I can exhale
And I remember
my former reliance on escapism through booze
Little wonder!
And how many people here
have wondered
what it feels like on the outside
if there is an outside
Would they recognize
If someone pulled the curtains aside
that the house exists only
to keep them in
that the house exists only
because they've built it around them
selves
like I have
again

Still not breathing
a tear slides away
I heave a sigh of relief
that still, at least
I can feel
I'm not okay
with this
concrete, corporate, professional
Madness.