I'm hungry in this bubble I've blown for myself. I feel gigantic. But everybody else is just a whole lot mega-upsized bigger burger. Unfair.
I'm hungry in this bubble I've blown for myself. The air particles, the aftermath of the 4,000 chemicals that collated to form poison, has snaked down my throat and taint my flesh black. But everybody else is doing it. Pathetic.
I'm hungry in this bubble I've blown for myself. Craving for knowledge, having a higher understanding and possessing the ability to eke out a lesson from a mistake. I want to be able to demolish the solid wall of shame I've erected, for the lack of a working brain. But everybody else just looks indifferent. Weird.
I'm hungry in this bubble for company. Be with me. Stay with me. Love me.