Survival mode

I didn’t realize until years later, but I’d been in survival mode for most of my life.

Specifically, Numb captures this momentous effort to thrive on the outside, while clawing to any semblance of “ok” on the inside.

“Stuck inside my Petri dish”

“This better be worth my while”

“I can’t open up and cry, cause I’ve been silent all my life”

“I get dark, and I’m in hell. I need a friend, but I can’t yell”

“All I care about is being number one”

The general roller coaster of low notes and operatic highs.

Like…is the human condition really that relatable and others go through the same thing?