EVERYDAY

Ding
I walk through hallways
No one knows how I feel
No one knows me
The anonymity both
A salve and a poison

I drag myself
Through teeming hallways
Invisible to all
As if I were
In a glass bubble
Beneath them

Ding
Back to the mundane
Four-wall atmosphere
Back to the autopilot
A mechanism taught by
Experience

Back to nothingness