What Now? Poem by Eli J Tod

I feel trapped
In this world
I’ve been trying to make
Defeated by this thing
I’ve been trying to create
I feel senseless, useless
Headed toward a dead end
I’m tired and fed up
With this endless game
Of pretend.
I’m waiting for
“Game Over”
To pop up unexpectedly
A low blow
That draws a sigh of relief
From me.
I’m ready to start over
To make everything alright
I reach for the “escape” button
But the marionettes strings
Are too tight.
The chain around my ankle
Clanks a bit too loud
Exhausted I glance down
To see my feet
Dancing on a cloud
I see a smile
Painted on
Every time I look in the mirror
Blindly I grope
-Desperate-
But who is it I feel for?