Tryptophan

I can see that some of my friends stop smiling when I'm not looking,

i can hear them muttering

of the sleep found in a coffin

circa bound, in tryptophan

but this secret of theirs makes me sorta glad

i don't feel so alone

in their eyes a trembling child

and they can no longer seem to walk straight

So they make these bizarre dances

in their attempt at balancing.

their questioning of the self is no understatement,

i see this attempt at a heist every so often

and i say, you realize you're a certain type of way?