how is it my tiktok fyp seemingly manages to diagnose every symptom i never knew i had?

to draw connections to things. to feelings. to behaviours. i have been experiencing.

to make me feel so seen. so heard. so now able to understand myself & what i’m feeling.

exploited.

at my most vulnerable.

answers.

to questions i hadn’t yet asked.

or even thought to ask.

i hadn’t thought to question.

behaviours. feelings. i now can’t unsee.

spotlighted. dancing. twirling.

centre stage.

im distracted.

caught in their trance.

counterproductive really.

decision paralysis.

paralysed by a consuming overwhelm.

they gracefully twirl.

procrastinating around the stage.

i often find myself joinig them.

in this dance of procrastination.

our bodies. limbs pulled by the sound.

out of control.

she lets go.

trusting in the sound to guide.

something i have done since i were a little girl.

a little girl again.

i dress up.

in a play of dress ups.

she retreats.

an internal world.

escaping herself.

fleeing.

the one dancing princess.

in her interior realm.

feet adorned. pumps.

the sound begins to drown.

stifling. silencing. her mind.

she flees. flaunts. saunters.

down the drain.

bleeding between the grates.

someplace behind her eyes.

she tries to move. to dance.

forced. awkward. her body sways.

but not with the sound.

unable to escape.

somehow here. somehow there.

the sound twirling around her. bouncing off the granite walls.

she follows it