In Isolation

Should I talk?
Should I laugh?
Should I cry?
Should I try?

What’s the point?
It’s all useless,
Futile feelings,
Set upon a face,
Without a trace,
Of something worthwhile,
It’s all a pile,
Of fake, designed to appease the human race.

I cycle through my material,
Find nothing really real,
I begin to wonder…
Should I just shut up?

Take a zip upon my lips,
Quiet the feelings,
Quell the burning,
I can feel it churning,
There’s no point.


This is ridiculous,
I’ve studied enough calculus,
I should just stop worrying,
Take off that social mask,
My final task.

The hands shake,
The body begins to wake,
Shedding its fears,
Over lost tears.

I open my lips. I begin.
I talk.
I laugh.
I cry.
Did I try?