Sensitivity and Madness

There's a line down the middle, and I'm hopping the fence. And you're straddling it. But not really. I'm on the other side, running in circles, screaming, "Catch me," but I'm an undesirable, so my screaming is in vain, my running is in vain. My legs are aching, my head is spinning, my heart is beating and beating. And I can't stop this. The wind is a knife, cutting into my lungs as I cry for you, for me, for you, for me. But you are deaf to me. Five miles away, they hear me, yet you are deaf to me. Your eyes freeze over, winter steals my ocean. Once lost at sea, I am just lost. Incredibly, eternally, unbearably lost. I play the sun so I can melt you, but your cool is never compromised. You rest along the axis of rotation, you never even have to try. But I bend over backwards to get to you, I play with angles and mirrors. But your location is unreachable. We're on the same playing field, yet nowhere near.

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Why can't I be free?