I’m Trying

Everything is meaningless,
There’s never enough time.
I’m trying. But I’m failing,
Or is this succeeding?

Brain full of pollution,
Self-inflicted attrition,
I have no ambition.
Small rewards are too much.

I’m not scared,  I’m reeling.
Suited but unfeeling,
Help! My brain is peeling.
I need to be alone.

On my own.
In my home.
There’s no escape.
My body aches.

My face escapes.
Expressions fleeting.
Too revealing.
Shall I carry on?

 

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