It’s Crowded

A poem about feeling suffocated, stuck, and lost in this crowded world

Photo by Stephen Leonardi on Unsplash

It's crowded here,
it’s crowded there,
it’s crowded anywhere
I try to make my way through.
And end up getting nowhere.

It’s crowded inside,
it’s crowded outside,
it’s crowded everywhere.
I try to move in my direction
but the crowd takes me elsewhere.

It’s crowded online,
it’s crowded offline,
the traffic is fast and dense.
Newbies get limited chances
in this world rife with pretense.