it’s hard to find purpose, in the ocean of anxiety and ibuprofen pm

an existential crisis takes a break in Wednesday while my constituents drown it in social media

my worth is measured by how many circles of darkness are around my eyes

my laziness at my bruised knees and calloused hands always angers the old

i am stuck in between the world of self sabotage and self realization

but that won’t be cause for concern, one more drink should wash those cuts away