I must have been around seventeen

I must have been around seventeen when looking
into the mirror made me flinch for the first time -
it seemed like in the corner of my eye a moth
had been passing by the lamp, producing tricks
of the light and shadows of a very scary type.

Staring into my eyes while brushing my teeth,
however, I noticed there was something more
than odd to it, something like a perspective
shift, reminiscent of a mushroom trip - bizarre,
during weekday evening soberness.

A lithium-ion battery is what I have become,
because of this - things you will never understand -
like floating just an Angstrom above ground;
and never wanting to fall back down.
I think now I'm really finally fucking coming down.

Please be with me, and never leave.
How come your edge of the bed suddenly
feels so distant from me? Don't do it now -
don't do that to me - don't cut down my little tree -
I'm not your everyday circus oddity.
I just want to be -
I just want to be someone else than me.