a cling film life

a film of plastic wrapped around my corpse.

am i real,

or just a taped-up package of societal expectations?

restricted into a reality,

not knowing why or how i got there.

trapped,

behind a pane of glass that is claiming to protect me,

from something inherently worse.

tunnel vision of my own unconscious doings,

disconnected and contemplating my physical existence.

what an uncomfortable way to live,

this desensitised cling film life.