This is the poem my partner @AdannaArt entered with my help on the subject of 'loneliness'

The dental floss threads of tissue-paper madness are only zip-lines for my dad, my mom hangs out dry closed thoughts on them

no explanations, no life lessons, age clears everything up- just do what you need to do today, they say

one way glass reveals nothing as a harsh world looks back, shredding my tear-soaked threads

how did I get in here, where is life? school got two hooks, attached them to leaden ropes to make wonderful tyre swings-

they had a tear-ific time, but the swing goes no where,

it's only the pendulum in the grandfather's clock that's ticking away at my tissue-paper insanity

so I'm counting down to leaving this though I'm not sure what 'this' is-

this little rock in the middle of nowhere, this culture mishap - this wordless chapter that's been dragged through society's ass, covering- discolouring all the ink

I'm going to sit like all the others, straight out of cold hard jet-fuel, and wish for better,

cause they keep saying 'better mus' come'

I'm gonna die in the 7-5 routine and pretend I am my friends' friend-not the 'kid who always sat close to us, so we had to involve her'

I'm going to learn how to like sweeping and washing and cooking so I can find someone who loves me for me and pretend I love it all,

that I'm content whilst balancing on this tightrope of fraying, floss-thin threads of madness that's keeping my sanity safe.