Glass bubble

I can't.

I can't feel like this.

Twisted, shadowed,

And seething

Then cowering,

Morose, and empty.

What happened?

How did I get in this pit?

How do I get out?

Where is my anchor?

Why do I go untethered,

While others are fine?

Normal,

Happy,

Average,

So perfect.

Am I broken?

Are there others in this world,

Who feel removed, outside, away?

Where are you?

How do I talk to you,

When I know you are

As poorly made as me?

How do we communicate,

When communication

Makes me hate myself?

How do I get out

Of this glass bubble?

I can't.