Obligations & Expectations
I feel as though all I have are rough days
and barely there nights
no rest for the weary hearted
no gasp of breath for the muddled minded
an unending cycle of day and night
I have forgotten what day it is
what it is that I'm aiming for
I'm wandering through each day
trying to find my purpose
or is it my work just to write down words
and repeat them back
at the whims of those
who stack books on my head
and expect me to balance them
while they weigh down my body
with all the reasons
I'm not good enough
you can do it
they say
as they stand behind a glass wall
so they won't be hurt
when I fall and scatter the remnants
of myself
are you alright
they ask
as they fake concern
I reply with the cordial
yes
because that's what they expect
and saying I'm okay
is better than listing all the reasons
I'm not