You think you’re an anchor?
Even if, you’re still useful,
a safe spot, tethered to many.

What can I do to keep 
from living trapped inside
my head? Who should I 

befriend? Who will listen 
to us beat the bad feelings out
like a dusty rug, floating

to the ground. They float;
so should you. A confidant
seems the only thing we’re missing:

we have food, a roof, a lover,
dogs, community, hobbies, children.
Burden to whom? Really,

you don’t drag people down. 
You’re lifting them up.