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Don't tell me that it's all ok
Your subtle smiles and comforting word, oh yes,
I can see how they can help but I know that they
Won't.
So don't. Stop trying. Because
It won't prevent me from tying myself up in knots
and no, my life is not so bad.
There are MUCH GREATER problems than the ones
that make me sad. But
being overwhelmed is not a choice, you know.
You cannot simply ask me to cut corners because
there are no corners to cut and when you let
loose your torrent of encouragement
I swear I appreciate the effort but I'm afraid it's all
in vain. I'm not cynical.
I'm facing the facts. And the fact is that the clock is ticking and the world is spinning
and I am caught in the middle drowning in the seas of
Too
Much
To
Handle
while climbing the endless slopes of Mount What Am I Doing?
My creativity is slipping through my fingers
and the time I once took to
BREATHE
and read and laugh and write- Well now that is gone
At least for now.
And as I write this, my heart palpitates
This text only inches from the work
I should be doing but can't
So I watch the hands move rapidly instead
To Midnight.