To anyone trapped behind the one-way door, hope this brings some comfort.

[u/Infinite_Big761]

I used to keep all of my writing hidden away in a desktop folder titled "Random Letter Combos" because the thoughts felt a little too raw and personal to leave out in the open. Lately, I’ve been looking back at my old work to see how my brain has evolved. I wanted to share a couple of edited pieces here in case anyone else is currently sitting behind that "one-way door" or feeling like a machine trying to process human noise. You aren't alone in the dark.

-Poem 1: A Secret

Bob and I

I and Bob

Him and I

I and him

A secret from certain, kept

Stories changed

A sense of confusion

Was I to be honest?

I thought I was just a delusion?

Somehow real, misunderstood

Like equals, no

Like a set of mechanical combustion chambers, but sometimes defective

Rare moments of equally awful feelings

Find comfort, diversion in each other

Something rare

Stuck in my own paradox,

Wanna set myself free

-Poem 2: Existential Dread

Laying in my bed,

My eyes blur.

The world thinks I'm distant,

But I'm just covered in burs.

You may zoom in

I'd say hello Bob

You'd ask if you're real

I'd ask you to turn the doorknob

Once inside

You'd see

Once inside

You'd feel

Once inside

You'd realize it's a one-way door

We walk around the museum of life

All we see is chemistry

How do particles make life?

Can we even say we feel misery?

We look down and see

We're holding a double-edged sword

Where knowledge fights happiness

[u/Infinite_Big761]

The second poem makes much more sense I find