My brave face can't hide the melancholy at my core.
I crave control and normalcy,
but we are well past blissful ignorance and latency.
Everything and nothing is important.
The tasks pile up but I only lie dormant.
Suspended in a perpetual postponement.
Is this some sort of atonement?
My fears have manifested!
My plans are redirected!
My body is being dissected!
Screaming inside so no one hears.
The worst part is seeing their tears.
How could it be?
I think, why me?
I counter, why not?
There seems to be no rhyme, reason, or thought.
Just days turning into nights like they never did before.
About the Creator
Mack
Writing has always been my safe space.
My most vulnerable place.
Now I share it with you
in the hope, you feel something too.
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