Tossed

Lost and alone in the sea of people.
The breathing walk around yet I am invisible.
The agony filling ones lungs with each intake of air.
Bowing ones head, drowning in one's thoughts.
Despair.
Reviewing-reliving, rehashing what once was.
Unwilling to stop, unable to pause.
Always thinking, thinking and thinking, but at what cost?
Feeling like life's garbage.
Tossed.
Unknowing is what's difficult, feeling irrelevant.
But yet; pushing and muddling through.
A true testament.
Why do I feel so obscured?
In life I have knowledge and things I've endured.
I have yet to understand the mind of a boy.
Unreadable. Is it sadness or joy?
I do what I can to try and help him see.
Buy the fact of the matter in him, I see me.
Different yes, but still oh so similar.
Defiant teen, in his mind, I'm a visitor.
To do all I can to make him at peace.
But within myself, there is no release.
I feel like a burden when I try to empower.
Remember life's garbage? So often I cower.
I know what is best.
Can I push through?
To show him everything will work out.
If only I knew.
Remember unknowing? Parenting is a difficult endeavor.
Who do you turn to when you're unseen but still feeling the pressure?