Shrink-Wrapped

The world is closing in on me,
I’m being covered by a

> scentless
invisible
intangible

tarp

It squeezes close,
causes you not to care
about grades
about life
about anything

it’s not depression,
it’s more of along the lines of nonchalance

I notice it but I can’t find a way to shrug it off,
I can’t care enough, can’t think it away.

Chatter zooms around me
it skates over me,
like wind over a bird
or water over a seal.
it drips off me like mercury,
flowing in droplets,
oil-like substances
that don’t stick.

I don’t pay attention,
it doesn’t matter
life has hardly any substance,
it slips by my gaze.

Am I the only one shrink-wrapped?