We all live in our own little bubbles of misery.

Different lives, different stitches of drama and uproar

IT hurts my head

IT burns my eyes

Like someone is banging on the glass of my personal aquarium,

 it hurts my ears

so many sounds and people

All of them living in their own world

But hurting each other just the same

Miserable people

Living miserable lives

And I am helping in no way, shape or form

Just angrily pointing out the obvious

curled into a ball with my eyes closed, hand over ear, and alone

In my own little bubble