It’s hard to wake up and fall asleep
Feeling like a broken record
When I talk and write about
How I’m both okay and not okay
Crying when I have time
Telling little white lies
When the full truth is in development
Tired of the phone, text, and email communications
That only seek to drain my money and energy
Vampire, leech-ass society
Having good luck constantly seems to come with risks
Freeing myself from those feelings of entrapment
Only to then step in quicksand
Little girls standing on each other’s shoulders
In a trench coat
Disguised as successfully and independently
Navigating adult womanhood
Biting my tongue
When I want to scream, cry, and curse
At loved ones or strangers
Who purposely or accidentally
Bring me down whenever I’m already at my lowest
So I express myself in those ways
In my dreams instead
And have nightmares about work on a regular basis
Proud of getting through each day
Dreading having to do it all over again
Feels like dissociating in a war zone
Too hot
Too cold
Too much saying “yes”
Not enough saying “no”
Life and death lessons