Actuality and Angst #20

I have a problem that I do not understand
A problem that feels like a sweet nothing
And chugs glamour for the purpose of intoxication
I have a problem that I cannot name
And cannot put a finger on what we’re playing
This game
That’s tricked me into putting in more
Than I can force myself to give
This problem I can’t seem to express
In categories we all know too well
This problem I try to pen but ink swirls
Dissolve in incoherency
This problem I’ve tried to pain but
Colours are seemingly too loud for it
This problem I’ve tried to find
In the undertone of voices that
Don’t belong to me
This problem I’ve tried to speak
But it chokes me so gently
I can barely breathe.

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