Mind over Matter of Fact

As I sit in this room and I'm looking around
My mind keeps track of all that I've done
Only, it skips back and forth..smashing my heart to the ground.
If only those that I knew, knew that I could be so fragile
Perhaps in themselves, they'd see something familiar
But then my mind moves on and I'm bound to another
Rubbing my neck, facing aches over pleasure
"I'm stuck here", I say, quietly to myself.. To this, I cannot measure.

SS 08/2019