I am standing on one foot
barely speaking barely alive
I am ruining in between the ruined
I am smiling in between the nightmares
I cannot pray because of your face
Look! Another day is coming
I want it to stop
belled jared ‘till the end
Silence the voices in my head
Quench the thirst of my questioning psyche
Kneel to Something Someone maybe
I guess to someone more than me
I don’t want to simply let it be
Me for myself and I?
To the person in the bell jar, blank and stopped as a dead baby, the world itself is a bad dream.
Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar