26 April 2012
I feel as though I'm a fish swimming in my very own bowl With the world peering in on me Watching my every move Ready to taunt Or praise Or adore Beauty they have dictated to be based on the grace of your fins The color of your scales
But their voices fall on deaf ears My cocoon of water mutes hollow words And nothing matters except me Content in my little world that is my fishbowl Staring back and see nothing but their distorted faces
Looking Through A Fishbowl • Opuss № I