tired. It feels like I'm one
step behind my own body. A fraction
of my potential at all times; none
of my muses remain, just distractions.

angry. All the time I spend
thinking about who I am, who
I'm not, what I do, to what end
are the goals I set mine to pursue?

disappointed. I was great
in the past, and suppose I still am
by metrics other people create,
but compared to me? I'm just a sham.

weak. Paradoxically, given
my stature. Erase that, and I'm nothing
more than a life. Hardly living,
with or without living for something.

But truly, above all else? I'm so
honored to be the star of the show.