Breathing my air

Around me is a wall that lets nothing out and nothing in.

The air in here is stifling.

My thoughts are my own thoughts.

My feelings are my own feelings.

I am cut off.

This is me reaching out to get to you:

I don't think it worked.

This is me trying very hard to connect with you:

Nothing? I didn't think so.

Around me is a wall. I want to send me out. I want to let you in.

The air in here is choking me.

My thoughts chase my own thoughts.

My feelings confuse my own feelings.

I am cut off.