Do You Feel Real

I thought I'd silenced you

But here you are again

Welcoming my anxiety

I wanted to throw you out

Since you decayed

I remained imprisoned

I thought I'd hear from you, though

You had escaped from me

Maybe I'm too scared to forget you

I just can't remember how it feels like to function without

Absorbed in total free fall

It's a waste of time

It's not that serious

And then, guilt consumes you in your yoga class

And your teacher convinces you

You have to come back more often to solve these issues, right?

I look around and realize I am the prop

Am I put into this world solely to admire you?