Been empty and tired,
And feeling uninspired.
Motivation never comes,
My mind runs and runs.
It drains me bone dry,
Can’t figure out why,
I cannot even begin to focus.
Is it me or my diagnosis?
I’m feeling quite annoyed,
As I attempt to avoid,
Everything I have to do
I don’t even know how to-
Accomplish any of my tasks,
I’m so afraid of my masks,
Starting to slip away.
The less motivation I get,
The more I am subject,
To letting the parts show,
I don’t want them to know.
I’m unwinding, unraveling,
My thoughts are traveling.
My functioning decreases,
Until it completely ceases.
I’m left staring at a screen,
Writing Poems that won’t be seen.
©falinawake
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